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?

in finem psalmus David in Domino confido quomodo dicitis animae meae transmigra in montes sicut passer

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.

quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum paraverunt sagittas suas in faretra ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde

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

quoniam quae perfecisti destruxerunt iustus autem quid fecit

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.

Dominus in templo sancto suo Dominus in caelo sedis eius oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt palpebrae eius interrogant filios hominum

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

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium qui autem diligit iniquitatem odit animam suam

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

pluet super peccatores laqueos ignis et sulphur et spiritus procellarum pars calicis eorum

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

quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit aequitatem vidit vultus eius