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?

U Gospoda se uzdam; zašto govorite duši mojoj: “leti u goru kao ptica;

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.

Jer evo grješnici nategoše luk, zapeše strijelu svoju za tetivu, da iz mraka strijeljaju prave srcem.

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

Kad su raskopani temelji, šta æe uèiniti pravednik?”

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.

Gospod je u svetom dvoru svom, prijesto je Gospodnji na nebesima; oèi njegove gledaju; vjeðe njegove ispituju sinove èovjeèije.

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

Gospod ispituje pravednoga; a bezbožnoga i kojemu je milo èiniti zlo nenavidi duša njegova.

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

Pustiæe na bezbožnike dažd od živoga ugljevlja, ognja i sumpora; i ognjeni vjetar biæe im dio iz èaše;

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

Jer je Gospod pravedan, ljubi pravdu; lice æe njegovo vidjeti pravednici.