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?

Kwa mwimbishaji. Zaburi ya Daudi. Kwa Bwana ninakimbilia, unawezaje basi kuniambia: “Ruka kama ndege kwenye mlima wako.

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.

Hebu tazama, waovu wanapinda pinde zao, huweka mishale kwenye uzi wake, wakiwa gizani ili kuwapiga wale wanyofu wa moyo.

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

Wakati misingi imeharibiwa, mwenye haki anaweza kufanya nini?”

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.

Bwana yuko ndani ya Hekalu lake takatifu; Bwana yuko kwenye kiti chake cha enzi mbinguni. Huwaangalia wana wa watu, macho yake yanawajaribu.

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

Bwana huwajaribu wenye haki, lakini waovu na wanaopenda jeuri, nafsi yake huwachukia.

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

Atawanyeshea waovu makaa ya moto mkali na kiberiti kinachowaka, upepo wenye joto kali ndio fungu lao.

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

Kwa kuwa Bwana ni mwenye haki, yeye hupenda haki. Wanyofu watauona uso wake.