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”?

Ngithembela eNkosini. Lingatsho njani emphefumulweni wami: Balekela entabeni yenu njengenyoni.

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

Ngoba, khangela, ababi bayagobisa idandili, balungisa umtshoko wabo entanjeni, ukuze batshoke emnyameni abaqotho ngenhliziyo.

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

Nxa izisekelo zidilizwa, angenzani olungileyo?

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

INkosi isethempelini layo elingcwele; iNkosi, isihlalo sayo sobukhosi sisemazulwini; amehlo ayo ayakhangela, inkophe zayo ziyahlola, abantwana babantu.

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

INkosi iyamhlola olungileyo, kodwa omubi lothanda ubudlwangudlwangu, umphefumulo wayo uyamzonda.

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

Uzanisa phezu kwababi imijibila, umlilo, lesolufa, lomoya otshisayo, kuzakuba yisabelo senkezo yabo.

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

Ngoba ilungile iNkosi, iyathanda ukulunga; ubuso bayo buyabona oqotho.