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'?

In finem, Psalmus David. In Domino confido: quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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.

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum, paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde.

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

Quoniam quæ perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

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.

Dominus in templo sancto suo, Dominus in cælo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebræ eius interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium: qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

Pluet super peccatores laqueos: ignis, et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum pars calicis eorum.

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

Quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus eius.