Psalms 11

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

I LIKI Ieowa, a menda komail indang ngen i: Piridalang pon omail nana dueta manpir amen?

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.

Pwe kilang, me doo sang Kot akan kaonopadar kasik katieu o pwilikidi ar kanang en kasik katieu pon sal o, pwen rir kasikiedi me melel ni mongiong arail.

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

Pwe ma ur akan rongk pasang, da me aramas pung en wiada?

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

Ieowa kotikot nan tanpas a saraui, mol en Ieowa mimi nanlang, silang i kin mamasani sili, kil en silang i kin sosong aramas akan.

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

Ieowa kotin song me pung, ap kotin tataki me sapung o morsued.

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

A pan kotin kamoredi ong me doo sang Kot akan liol, o kisiniai, o swepel, o a pan katinge kin irail melimel.

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

Ieowa me pung o a kotin pok ong me pung. Silang i irerong ong me melel o.