Psalms 11

1 To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

Hina Gode da na ga: ma: ne, na da dafawaneyale dawa: sa. Di da abuliba: le gogolele nama agoane sia: sala: ?, “Di sioga wa: le ahoabe agoane goumia masa.

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.

Bai wadela: i hamosu dunu ilia oulali amola ilia dadi amo dimagale amola dunu moloidafa gasimigi amoga lelebe gala: musa: amabela: ?

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

Liligi huluane da mugulusia, dunu noga: i da hahamomu hamedei ba: sa, “Di da abuliba: le agoane sia: sala: ?

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.

Be Hina Gode da Ea Hadigi Debolo diasu ganodini esala. Amola Ea fafai fisu da Hebene amo ganodini diala. E da soge huluane ganodini, dunu fi huluane ba: lala. Amola ilia adi hamobeale, amo huluane dawa: lala.

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

E da noga: i dunu amola wadela: i hamosu dunu defele adoba: sa. Be E da wadela: i hame nabasu dunu amo bagadewane higasa.

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

E da wadela: i hamosu dunuma nenowai amola nenanebe salafa sanasisa. E da gia: i bagade fo amoga ilima se iaha.

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

Hina Gode Ea hou da moloidafa amola E da noga: i hou hamobe amoma asigisa. Nowa da amo hou hamosea, da Ea esalebe gadenene esalumu.