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?

Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi. Na Rawiri. Ko Ihowa taku e whakawhirinaki ai: he aha koutou ka mea ai ki toku wairua, rere a manu atu ki to koutou maunga?

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.

Nana, kua whakapikoa te kopere e te hunga kino, e whakatikaia ana a ratou pere ki te aho, hei perenga pukutanga ma ratou ki te hunga ngakau tika.

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

Ki te wawahia nga turanga ake, me pehea te tangata tika?

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.

Kei tona temepara tapu a Ihowa, kei te rangi te torona o Ihowa: e titiro ana ona kanohi, e whakamatautau ana ona kamo i nga tama a te tangata.

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

E whakamatautau ana a Ihowa i te tangata tika: a e kinogia ana e tona wairua te tangata kino me te tangata e aroha ana ki te tutu.

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

Ka uaina e ia ki runga ki te hunga kino he mahanga, he ahi, he whanariki, he awha tuaikerekere: ko te wahi tena mo to ratou kapu.

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

No te mea he tika a Ihowa, e aroha ana ki te tika; ka kite te hunga tika i tona kanohi.