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?

Načelniku godbe, Davidova. Gospod je pribežališče moje, kako govorite duši moji: Zapústi goro vašo, tičica?

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.

Ker glej, tisti krivični natezajo lok, pušico svojo pokladajo na struno, da streljajo v temì na pravične v srci.

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

Ko se bodo celo stebri podirali, kaj naj počne pravični?

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.

Gospod je v svetišči svetosti svoje, Gospod, katerega prestol je v nebesih, katerega oči vidijo, katerega trepalnice preiskujejo sinove človeške.

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

Gospod preiskuje pravičnega, krivičnega pa in siloljubnega sovraži srce njegovo.

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

Vsipal bode žarjavico nad krivične, ogenj in žveplo; in najviharnejši veter bode njih kupe delež.

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

Ker pravični Gospod ljubi, kar je pravično; pravičnega gleda obličje njegovo.