Psalms 11

1 To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Jehova Nyasaye ema ageno kuome. Koro ere kaka duwachna ni: “Ringi ka winyo nyaka ewi got mari.

2 For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.

Nikech joma timbegi richo osechako ywayo atungegi; gisechano asernigi e tonde mag atungʼ, mondo gichielgo joma jo-adiera e chunygi.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

Ka mise iketho, to en angʼo ma joma kare ditim?”

4 Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, — his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

Jehova Nyasaye ni e hekalu mare maler; Jehova Nyasaye ni e kom duongʼ mare manie polo. Orango timbe yawuot ji; wengene nonogi matut.

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

Jehova Nyasaye nono joma kare, to joma timbegi richo kod joma ohero mahundu, to chunye ochayo.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Obiro chwero mach maliel mager kod salfa kuom joma timbegi richo; yamo maliet ha matwoyo gik moko, biro kudhogi.

7 For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.

Nikech Jehova Nyasaye en Ngʼama Kare, kendo ohero adiera; joma timbegi oriere biro neno wangʼe.