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.”

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 in the quiver, so as to shoot arrows in the dark at the upright of heart.

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

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

Kana nheyo dzaparadzwa, akarurama angaiteiko?”

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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