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?

Agkamangak kenni Yahweh; apay a kunaem kaniak, “Tumayabka a kasla billit nga agturong iti bantay”?

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.

Ta kitaem! Insagana dagiti nadangkes dagiti panada. Iti kasipngetan, isaganada nga ibiat dagiti panada a mangipuntiria kadagiti nalinteg ti pusona.

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

Ta no nadadael dagiti pundasion, anianto ti maaramidan dagiti nalinteg?

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.

Adda ni Yahweh iti nasantoan a templona; kumitkita dagiti matana, suksukimaten dagiti matana dagiti annak dagiti tattao.

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

Agpada a suksukimaten ni Yahweh dagiti nalinteg ken dagiti nadangkes, ngem kagurgurana dagiti mangay-ayat nga agaramid iti kinaranggas.

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

Pagtudoenna iti dumardarang a beggang ken asufre kadagiti nadangkes; maysanto a makasinit nga angin ti pasetda iti kopana!

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

Ta nalinteg ni Yahweh, ken ay-ayatenna ti kinalinteg; makitanto dagiti nalinteg ti rupana.