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?

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 wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in 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 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

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

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.

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

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

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall 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 righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.

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