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?

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Mu Mukama mwe neekweka; ate muyinza mutya okuŋŋamba nti, “Ddukira ku nsozi ng’ebinyonyi?

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.

Kubanga laba ababi baleega emitego gyabwe egy’obusaale, balase abalina omutima omulongoofu.

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

Emisingi nga gizikirizibwa, omutuukirivu ayinza kukola ki?”

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.

Mukama ali mu Yeekaalu ye entukuvu; Mukama atudde ku ntebe ye ey’obwakabaka eri mu ggulu. Amaaso ge gatunuulira era geetegereza abaana b’abantu.

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

Mukama akebera abatuukirivu naye omutima gwe gukyawa ababi, n’abakola eby’obukambwe.

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

Ababi alibayiwako amanda ag’omuliro; n’empewo ezibambula gwe guliba omugabo gwabwe.

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

Kubanga Mukama mutuukirivu era ayagala eby’obutuukirivu; abo abalongoofu be balimulaba.