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?

Načelniku godbe, Davidova. Gospod je pribežališče moje, kako govorite duši moji: Zapústi goro vašo, tičica?

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.

Ker glej, tisti krivični natezajo lok, pušico svojo pokladajo na struno, da streljajo v temì na pravične v srci.

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

Ko se bodo celo stebri podirali, kaj naj počne 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 svetišči svetosti svoje, Gospod, katerega prestol je v nebesih, katerega oči vidijo, katerega trepalnice preiskujejo sinove človeške.

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

Gospod preiskuje pravičnega, krivičnega pa in siloljubnega sovraži srce njegovo.

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

Vsipal bode žarjavico nad krivične, ogenj in žveplo; in najviharnejši veter bode njih kupe delež.

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

Ker pravični Gospod ljubi, kar je pravično; pravičnega gleda obličje njegovo.