Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David. I trust in the Lord. How can you say to my soul, “Sojourn to the mountain, like a sparrow.”

Amy Iehovà ao ty fipalirako; akore ty ivolaña’ areo an-troko ty hoe: Mivoratsaha hoe voroñe mb’am-bohi’o mb’eo;

2 For behold, the sinners have bent their bow. They have prepared their arrows in the quiver, so as to shoot arrows in the dark at the upright of heart.

Hehe te mampibitsoke fàle o lo-tserekeo, le fa ginao’ iereo an-taly o ana-pale’eo, hahirirì’ iereo añ’ieñe ao mb’amo vantañ’arofoo;

3 For they have destroyed the things that you have completed. But what has the just one done?

Naho rotsake o manàntañeo, ino ty lefe’ o vañoñeo hanoeñe?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple. The Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyelids question the sons of men.

Añ’anjomba’e miavake ao t’Iehovà, an-dindìñe ao ty iambesara’ Iehovà; mivazoho o fihaino’eo, mitsoke o ana’ ondatio o vohomaso’eo.

5 The Lord questions the just and the impious. Yet he who loves iniquity, hates his own soul.

Tsohe’ Iehovà o vantañeo, fe heje’ ty arofo’e ty lo-tsereke, naho i piaroteñey.

6 He will rain down snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and windstorms will be the portion of their cup.

Hampifororoaha’e vaen’afo mirekake o tsivokatseo; afo naho ponde vaho tio-mae ty ho anjaram-pitovi’ iareo.

7 For the Lord is just, and he has chosen justice. His countenance has beheld equity.

Amy te vantañe t’Iehovà; kokoa’e ty havañonañe ho isa’ o mahitio ty lahara’e.