Psalms 11

1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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

2 For, see, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow on the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.

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

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

5 The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.

Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

6 On the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

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

7 For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.

Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.