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?

Psalmus David, in finem. In Domino confido: quomodo dicitis animae meae: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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.

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum, paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde.

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

Quoniam quae perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

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.

Dominus in templo sancto suo, Dominus in caelo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebrae eius interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium: qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

Pluet super peccatores laqueos: ignis, et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum pars calicis eorum.

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

Quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: aequitatem vidit vultus eius.