Psalms 11

1 For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

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

2 For behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

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

3 For they have pulled down what thou didst frame, but what has the righteous done?

Kana nheyo dzaparadzwa, akarurama angaiteiko?”

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

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

5 The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

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

6 He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

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

7 For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.

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