Psalms 11

1 For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndinovanda muna Jehovha. Mungareva seiko kwandiri muchiti, “Tizira kugomo rako seshiri.

2 For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

Nokuti tarira, vakaipa vanowembura uta hwavo; vanogadzirira miseve yavo parukungiso, kuti vapfure vari murima, uyo akarurama pamwoyo.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

Kana nheyo dzaparadzwa, akarurama angaiteiko?”

4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

Jehovha ari mutemberi yake tsvene; Jehovha ari pachigaro chake choushe chokudenga. Anocherechedza vanakomana vavanhu; meso ake anovaedza.

5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

Jehovha anoedza vakarurama, asi vakaipa navanoda zvechisimba mweya wake unovavenga.

6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

Pane vakaipa anonayisa mazimbe omoto nesafuri inopfuta; mhepo inopisa ndiwo uchava mugove wavo.

7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.

Nokuti Jehovha akarurama, anoda kururamisira; vanhu vakarurama vachaona chiso chake.