Psalms 11

1 For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

Til Sangmesteren; af David. Jeg haaber paa Herren; hvorledes kunne I da sige til min Sjæl: Fly til eders Bjerg som en Fugl?

2 Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

Thi se, de ugudelige spænde Buen, de berede deres Pil paa Strengen, at skyde i Mørke paa de oprigtige af Hjertet.

3 When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

Thi Grundvoldene nedbrydes; hvad kunde en retfærdig udrette?

4 The Lord is in his Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

Herren er i sit hellige Tempel, Herrens Trone er i Himmelen; hans Øjne se, hans Øjenlaage prøve Menneskens Børn.

5 The Lord examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

Herren prøver en retfærdig; men den ugudelige og den, som elsker Vold, dem hader hans Sjæl.

6 He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

Han skal lade regne Snarer over de ugudelige; Ild og Svovl og et vældigt Stormvejr skal blive deres Bægers Del.

7 The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.

Thi Herren er retfærdig, elsker Retfærdighed; hans Ansigt skuer en oprigtig.