Psalms 11

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

Thaburi ya Daudi Niĩ njũragĩra harĩ Jehova. Mwahota atĩa kũnjĩĩra atĩrĩ: “Ũmbũka ta nyoni ũũrĩre kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩaku.

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.

Ta rora, andũ arĩa aaganu nĩmageetete mota mao, makahagĩka mĩguĩ yao ndigi-inĩ nĩguo mehithĩte nduma-inĩ marathe andũ arĩa atheru ngoro.

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

Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa mĩthingi ĩraanangwo-rĩ, andũ arĩa athingu mangĩhota gwĩka atĩa?”

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

Jehova arĩ thĩinĩ wa hekarũ yake theru; Jehova arĩ gĩtĩ-inĩ gĩake kĩa ũnene kũu igũrũ. Acũthagĩrĩria ariũ a andũ; maitho make nĩmamaroragia.

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

Jehova nĩaroragia andũ arĩa athingu, no andũ arĩa aaganu na arĩa mendete haaro-rĩ, ngoro yake nĩĩmathũire.

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

Andũ arĩa aaganu nĩakamoirĩria marakara maraakana na ũbiriti ũgwakana; igai rĩao nĩ rũhuho rũrĩa rũcinaga.

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

Nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩ mũthingu, na nĩendete ciira wa kĩhooto; andũ arĩa arũngĩrĩru nĩo marĩonaga ũthiũ wake.