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?

Dura buʼaa Faarfattootaatiif. Faarfannaa Daawit. Ani Waaqayyotti kooluu galeera. Yoos isin akkamitti lubbuu kootiin akkana jechuu dandeessu: “Ati akkuma simbirroo tulluu keetti barrisi.

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.

Kunoo namoonni hamoon iddaa isaanii dabsataniiru; isaan warra toloota taʼan, dukkana keessa waraanuuf jedhanii, xiyya isaanii ribuutti dhaabbataniiru.

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

Yoo hundeewwan diigaman, namni qajeelaan maal gochuu dandaʼa?”

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.

Waaqayyo mana qulqullummaa isaa qulqulluu sana keessa jira; teessoon Waaqayyoo samii irra jira. Inni ilmaan namootaa ni ilaala; iji isaas namoota ni qora.

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

Waaqayyo qajeeltotaa fi jalʼoota ni qora; lubbuun isaa garuu nama goolii jaallatu ni jibbiti.

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

Inni hamoota irratti, barbadaa ibiddaatii fi dinyii bobaʼu ni roobsa; qoodni isaaniis bubbee finiinaa dha.

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

Waaqayyo waan qajeelaa taʼeef, murtii qajeelaa jaallata; toloonnis fuula isaa ni argu.