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?

Fún adarí orin. Ti Dafidi. Ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé mi wà nínú Olúwa. Báwo ní ẹ̀yin ó ṣe sọ fún ọkàn mi pé, “Fò gẹ́gẹ́ bi ẹyẹ lọ si orí òkè rẹ.

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.

Wò ó nítorí náà, ènìyàn búburú fa ọfà rẹ̀; wọn ti fi ọfà wọn sí ojú okùn láti tafà níbi òjìji sí àyà ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin.

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

Nígbà tí ìpìlẹ̀ bá bàjẹ́ kí ni olódodo yóò ṣe?”

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.

Olúwa ń bẹ nínú tẹmpili mímọ́ rẹ̀; Olúwa ń bẹ lórí ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ ní ọ̀run. Ó ń wo àwọn ọmọ ènìyàn; ojú rẹ̀ ń yẹ̀ wọ́n wò.

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

Olúwa ń yẹ olódodo wò, ṣùgbọ́n ènìyàn búburú àti àwọn tí o fẹ́ ìwà ipá ni ọkàn rẹ̀ kórìíra.

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

Sí orí àwọn ènìyàn búburú ni yóò rọ̀jò ẹ̀yín iná àti imí-ọjọ́ tí ń jó; àti ìjì gbígbóná ní yóò jẹ ìpín wọn.

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

Nítorí, olódodo ní Olúwa, o fẹ́ràn òdodo; ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin yóò sì rí i.