Psalms 11

1 IN the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

Pou direktè koral la; yon sòm David Se nan SENYÈ a ke m kache. Kijan ou kapab di a nanm mwen: “Sove ale kon yon zwazo nan mòn ou;

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

Paske, gade byen, mechan yo koube banza, Yo fè flèch yo parèt sou kòd la, pou tire nan fènwa sou (sila) ak kè ki dwat yo.

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

Si fondasyon yo vin detwi, se kisa moun dwat yo kab fè?”

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.

SENYÈ a nan sen tanp Li an. SENYÈ a sou twon Li nan syèl la. Zye Li veye. Pòpyè zye Li sonde fis a lòm yo.

5 The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

SENYÈ a sonde (sila) ki jis yo avèk (sila) ki mechan yo; men (sila) ki renmen vyolans, Li rayi nan kè L.

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

Sou mechan yo, Li va voye chabon cho tankou lapli; dife avèk souf avèk chabon brile va mele nan bwason yo.

7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

Paske Bondye dwat. Li renmen ladwati. (Sila) ki kanpe dwat yo va wè figi Li.