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?

Ni kwako Yahweh ninapata usalama; ni kwa namna gani utasema na mimi, “Ruka kama ndege hadi mlimani”?

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.

Tazama! Waovu wana andaa pinde zao. Wana tayarisha gizani mishale yao kwenye kamba ili kufyatua mioyo ya wenye haki.

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

Ikiwa misingi imeharibiwa, mwenye haki atafanya 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.

Yahweh yuko katika hekalu takatifu; macho yake yanatazama, yakiuchunguza ubinadamu.

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

Yahweh huwachunguza wote wenye haki na waovu, bali huwachukia wapendao kuwaumiza wengine.

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

Yeye huwanyeshea waovu makaa ya mawe na moto wa jehanamu; upepo uunguzao utakuwa ni sehemu yao kutoka katika kikombe chake!

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

Kwa kuwa Yahweh ni mwenye haki, Naye hupenda haki; wenye haki watauona uso wake.