Psalms 11

1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David. In the LORD have I taken refuge; how say ye to my soul: 'Flee thou! to your mountain, ye birds'?

(Til sangmesteren. Af David.) Jeg tager min Tilflugt til HERREN! Hvor kan I sige til min Sjæl: "Fly som en Fugl til Bjergene!

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they have made ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Thi se, de gudløse spænder Buen, lægger Pilen til Rette på Strengen for i Mørke at ramme de oprigtige af Hjertet.

3 When the foundations are destroyed, what hath the righteous wrought?

Når selv Grundpillerne styrter, hvad gør den retfærdige da?"

4 The LORD is in His holy temple, the LORD, His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men.

HERREN er i sin hellige Hal, i Himlen er HERRENs Trone; på Jorderig skuer hans Øjne ned, hans Blik ransager Menneskens Børn;

5 The LORD trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence His soul hateth.

retfærdige og gudløse ransager HERREN; dem, der elsker Uret, hader hans Sjæl;

6 Upon the wicked He will cause to rain coals; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

over gudløse sender han Regn af Gløder og Svovl, et Stormvejr er deres tilmålte Bæger.

7 For the LORD is righteous, He loveth righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.

Thi retfærdig er HERREN, han elsker at øve Retfærd, de oprigtige skuer hans Åsyn!