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?

in finem psalmus David in Domino confido quomodo dicitis animae meae transmigra in montes 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 faretra 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 sedis 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