Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

Til Sangmesteren; af David. Jeg haaber paa Herren; hvorledes kunne I da sige til min Sjæl: Fly til eders Bjerg som en Fugl?

2 For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

Thi se, de ugudelige spænde Buen, de berede deres Pil paa Strengen, at skyde i Mørke paa de oprigtige af Hjertet.

3 For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

Thi Grundvoldene nedbrydes; hvad kunde en retfærdig udrette?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

Herren er i sit hellige Tempel, Herrens Trone er i Himmelen; hans Øjne se, hans Øjenlaage prøve Menneskens Børn.

5 The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

Herren prøver en retfærdig; men den ugudelige og den, som elsker Vold, dem hader hans Sjæl.

6 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

Han skal lade regne Snarer over de ugudelige; Ild og Svovl og et vældigt Stormvejr skal blive deres Bægers Del.

7 For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

Thi Herren er retfærdig, elsker Retfærdighed; hans Ansigt skuer en oprigtig.