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?

Svoje trdno upanje polagam v Gospoda. Kako pravite moji duši: »Béži kakor ptica k svoji gori?«

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.

Kajti glej, zlobni upogibajo svoj lok, svojo puščico pripravljajo na tetivo, da bi lahko na skrivaj streljali na iskrenega v srcu.

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

Če so temelji razrušeni, kaj lahko stori pravični?

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 v svojem svetem templju, Gospodov prestol je na nebu. Njegove oči gledajo, njegove veke preizkušajo človeške otroke.

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

Gospod preizkuša pravičnega. Toda zlobnega in tistega, ki ljubi nasilje, sovraži njegova duša.

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

Na zlobne bo deževal pasti, ogenj, žveplo in strašen vihar. To bo delež njihove skodelice.

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

Kajti pravičen Gospod ljubi pravičnost, njegovo obličje gleda iskrenega.