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?

Pou direktè koral la; yon sòm David Se nan SENYÈ a ke m kache. Kijan ou kapab di a nanm mwen: “Sove ale kon yon zwazo nan mòn ou;

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.

Paske, gade byen, mechan yo koube banza, Yo fè flèch yo parèt sou kòd la, pou tire nan fènwa sou (sila) ak kè ki dwat yo.

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

Si fondasyon yo vin detwi, se kisa moun dwat yo kab fè?”

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.

SENYÈ a nan sen tanp Li an. SENYÈ a sou twon Li nan syèl la. Zye Li veye. Pòpyè zye Li sonde fis a lòm yo.

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.

SENYÈ a sonde (sila) ki jis yo avèk (sila) ki mechan yo; men (sila) ki renmen vyolans, Li rayi nan kè L.

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

Sou mechan yo, Li va voye chabon cho tankou lapli; dife avèk souf avèk chabon brile va mele nan bwason yo.

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

Paske Bondye dwat. Li renmen ladwati. (Sila) ki kanpe dwat yo va wè figi Li.