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?

В конец, псалом Давиду. На Господа уповах, како речете души моей: превитай по горам, яко птица?

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.

Яко се, грешницы налякоша лук, уготоваша стрелы в туле, состреляти во мраце правыя сердцем.

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

Зане яже ты совершил еси, они разрушиша: праведник же что сотвори?

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.

Господь во храме святем Своем. Господь, на небеси престол Его: очи Его на нищаго призираете, вежди Его испытаете сыны человеческия.

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

Господь испытает праведнаго и нечестиваго: любяй же неправду ненавидит свою душу.

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

Одождит на грешники сети: огнь и жупел, и дух бурен часть чаши их.

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

Яко праведен Господь и правды возлюби: правоты виде лице Его.