< Psalms 11 >

1 In Yhwh put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
Fún adarí orin. Ti Dafidi. Ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé mi wà nínú Olúwa. Báwo ní ẹ̀yin ó ṣe sọ fún ọkàn mi pé, “Fò gẹ́gẹ́ bi ẹyẹ lọ si orí òkè rẹ.
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.
Wò ó nítorí náà, ènìyàn búburú fa ọfà rẹ̀; wọn ti fi ọfà wọn sí ojú okùn láti tafà níbi òjìji sí àyà ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Nígbà tí ìpìlẹ̀ bá bàjẹ́ kí ni olódodo yóò ṣe?”
4 Yhwh is in his holy temple, Yhwh's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
Olúwa ń bẹ nínú tẹmpili mímọ́ rẹ̀; Olúwa ń bẹ lórí ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ ní ọ̀run. Ó ń wo àwọn ọmọ ènìyàn; ojú rẹ̀ ń yẹ̀ wọ́n wò.
5 Yhwh trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Olúwa ń yẹ olódodo wò, ṣùgbọ́n ènìyàn búburú àti àwọn tí o fẹ́ ìwà ipá ni ọkàn rẹ̀ kórìíra.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
Sí orí àwọn ènìyàn búburú ni yóò rọ̀jò ẹ̀yín iná àti imí-ọjọ́ tí ń jó; àti ìjì gbígbóná ní yóò jẹ ìpín wọn.
7 For the righteous Yhwh loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Nítorí, olódodo ní Olúwa, o fẹ́ràn òdodo; ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin yóò sì rí i.

< Psalms 11 >