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?

I LIKI Ieowa, a menda komail indan nen i: Piridalan pon omail nana dueta manpir amen?

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.

Pwe kilan, me doo jan Kot akan kaonopadar kajik katieu o pwilikidi ar kanan en kajik katieu pon jal o, pwen rir kajikiedi me melel ni monion arail.

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

Pwe ma ur akan ronk pajan, da me aramaj pun en wiada?

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.

Ieowa kotikot nan tanpaj a jaraui, mol en Ieowa mimi nanlan, jilan i kin mamajani jili, kil en jilan i kin jojon aramaj akan.

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

Ieowa kotin jon me pun, ap kotin tataki me japun o morjued.

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

A pan kotin kamoredi on me doo jan Kot akan liol, o kijiniai, o jwepel, o a pan katine kin irail melimel.

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

Ieowa me pun o a kotin pok on me pun. Jilan i ireron on me melel o.