Psalms 11

1 In YHWH put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Mu Mukama mwe neekweka; ate muyinza mutya okuŋŋamba nti, “Ddukira ku nsozi ng’ebinyonyi?

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.

Kubanga laba ababi baleega emitego gyabwe egy’obusaale, balase abalina omutima omulongoofu.

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

Emisingi nga gizikirizibwa, omutuukirivu ayinza kukola ki?”

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

Mukama ali mu Yeekaalu ye entukuvu; Mukama atudde ku ntebe ye ey’obwakabaka eri mu ggulu. Amaaso ge gatunuulira era geetegereza abaana b’abantu.

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

Mukama akebera abatuukirivu naye omutima gwe gukyawa ababi, n’abakola eby’obukambwe.

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

Ababi alibayiwako amanda ag’omuliro; n’empewo ezibambula gwe guliba omugabo gwabwe.

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

Kubanga Mukama mutuukirivu era ayagala eby’obutuukirivu; abo abalongoofu be balimulaba.