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 tager min Tilflugt til HERREN! Hvor kan I sige til min Sjæl: "Fly som en Fugl til Bjergene!

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

Thi se, de gudløse spænder Buen, lægger Pilen til Rette på Strengen for i Mørke at ramme de oprigtige af Hjertet.

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

Når selv Grundpillerne styrter, hvad gør den retfærdige da?"

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 sin hellige Hal, i Himlen er HERRENs Trone; på Jorderig skuer hans Øjne ned, hans Blik ransager Menneskens Børn;

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

retfærdige og gudløse ransager HERREN; dem, der elsker Uret, 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.

over gudløse sender han Regn af Gløder og Svovl, et Stormvejr er deres tilmålte Bæger.

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 retfærdig er HERREN, han elsker at øve Retfærd, de oprigtige skuer hans Åsyn!