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?

Wuta na buku ya mokambi ya bayembi. Nzembo ya Davidi. Kati na Yawe, nazali koluka ebombamelo. Ndenge nini bokoka koloba na ngai: « Kimela na ngomba na bino lokola ndeke? »

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.

Pamba te, tala, bato mabe babendaka batolotolo na bango, batiaka bambanzi na bango na singa mpo na kobamba yango longwa na molili bato oyo bazali na mitema sembo.

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

Soki miboko ebukani, moto ya sembo akoki kosala nini?

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.

Yawe azali kati na Tempelo na Ye ya bule; Yawe avandi na Kiti na Ye ya Bokonzi kati na Lola. Azali kotala bato nyonso; mpe miso na Ye ezali kososola mozindo ya mitema na bango.

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

Yawe atalaka mozindo ya moto ya sembo, kasi ayinaka makasi moto mabe elongo na moto oyo asepelaka na mobulu.

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

Tika ete akweyisela bato mabe makala ya moto, sofolo ya moto! Mpe mopepe ya moto ekozala libula na bango.

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

Pamba te Yawe azali sembo, alingaka bosembo. Bato ya sembo bakomona elongi na Ye.