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?

Kumqondisi wokuhlabela. ElikaDavida. Mina ngiphephela kuThixo. Pho ungatsho kanjani kimi ukuthi: “Balekela entabeni yakho njengenyoni.

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.

Ngoba, khangela, ababi sebewanwebile amadandili abo; imitshoko yabo sebeyixhume ezintanjeni ukuthi batshoke becatshile emathunzini beciba labo abaqotho ezinhliziyweni.

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

Kambe nxa kubhidlizwa izisekelo, kuyini abangakwenza abalungileyo na?”

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.

UThixo usethempelini lakhe elingcwele; uThixo usesihlalweni sakhe sobukhosi basezulwini. Uyawakhangela amadodana abantu; amehlo akhe ayabahlola.

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

UThixo uyabahlola abalungileyo, kodwa ababi lalabo abathanda udlakela uyabazonda ngomoya wakhe wonke.

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

Ababi uzabehlisela amalahle avuthayo lesalufa etshisayo; umoya otshisayo uzabahaqaza.

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

Ngoba uThixo ulungile, uthanda ukwahlulela okuhle; abaqotho bazabubona ubuso bakhe.