Psalms 11

1 For the chief music-maker. Of David. In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?

(Til sangmesteren. Af David.) Jeg tager min Tilflugt til HERREN! Hvor kan I sige til min Sjæl: "Fly som en Fugl til Bjergene!

2 See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart.

Thi se, de gudløse spænder Buen, lægger Pilen til Rette på Strengen for i Mørke at ramme de oprigtige af Hjertet.

3 If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do?

Når selv Grundpillerne styrter, hvad gør den retfærdige da?"

4 The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lord's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing the children of men.

HERREN er i sin hellige Hal, i Himlen er HERRENs Trone; på Jorderig skuer hans Øjne ned, hans Blik ransager Menneskens Børn;

5 The Lord puts the upright and the sinner to the test, but he has hate in his soul for the lover of violent acts.

retfærdige og gudløse ransager HERREN; dem, der elsker Uret, hader hans Sjæl;

6 On the evil-doer he will send down fire and flames, and a burning wind; with these will their cup be full.

over gudløse sender han Regn af Gløder og Svovl, et Stormvejr er deres tilmålte Bæger.

7 For the Lord is upright; he is a lover of righteousness: the upright will see his face.

Thi retfærdig er HERREN, han elsker at øve Retfærd, de oprigtige skuer hans Åsyn!