Psalms 11

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

Til Sangmesteren. Af David. Jeg tager min Tilflugt til HERREN! Hvor kan I sige til min Sjæl: »Fly som en Fugl til Bjergene!

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.

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

3 For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

Naar selv Grundpillerne styrter, hvad gør den retfærdige da?«

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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