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?

Ki he Takimuʻa, ko e Saame ʻa Tevita. ‌ʻOku ou falala kia Sihova: pea ʻoku fēfē hoʻomou pehē ki hoku laumālie, “Puna ʻo hangē ko e manu ki ho moʻunga?

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.

He ʻoku teke ʻe he angahala ʻenau kaufana, ʻoku nau ʻai ʻenau ngaahi ngahau ki he uka, koeʻuhi ke nau fana fakafufū pē ki he angatonu ʻi loto.

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

Kapau ʻe ʻauha ʻae ngaahi tuʻunga, ko e hā ʻe faʻa fai ʻe he kakai māʻoniʻoni?”

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.

‌ʻOku ʻi hono fale māʻoniʻoni ʻa Sihova, ko e ʻafioʻanga ʻa Sihova ʻoku ʻi he langi: ʻoku ʻafioʻi ʻe hono fofonga, ʻoku ʻahiʻahiʻi ʻe hono lauʻifofonga, ʻae ngaahi fānau ʻae tangata.

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

‌ʻOku ʻahiʻahi ʻe Sihova ʻae māʻoniʻoni: ka ko e angakovi mo ia ʻoku manako ki he fakamālohi ʻoku fehiʻa hono laumālie ki ai.

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

Te ne fakaʻauha ki he ngaahi angahala ʻae ngaahi tauhele, ko e afi, mo e sulifa, mo e afā fakailifia ʻaupito: ko e ʻinasi ia ʻo ʻenau ipu.

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

He ʻoku ʻofa ʻa Sihova ko e māʻoniʻoni ki he māʻoniʻoni; ʻoku ʻafio ʻe hono fofonga ki he angatonu.