Psalms 11

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?

Dāvida dziesma. Dziedātāju vadonim. Es paļaujos uz To Kungu. Kā tad jūs sakāt uz manu dvēseli: skrej uz saviem kalniem kā putns!

2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.

Jo redzi, bezdievīgie uzvelk stopu, tie liek savas bultas uz auklām, slepeni šaut tos, kas sirds taisni.

3 For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?

Jo pamati top nopostīti; ko darīs taisnais?

4 The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.

Tas Kungs ir Savā svētā namā, Tā Kunga godības krēsls ir debesīs, Viņa acis skatās, Viņa acu skati pārmana cilvēku bērnus.

5 The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.

Tas Kungs pārbauda taisno, bet bezdievīgo un varas darbu mīļotāju Viņa dvēsele ienīst.

6 Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.

Pār bezdievīgiem Viņš liks līt valgiem, ugunij un sēram, un varena vētra būs viņu daļa.

7 For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.

Jo Tas Kungs ir taisns, Viņš mīļo taisnību, Viņa vaigs uzlūko taisno.