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?

In finem, Psalmus David. In Domino confido: quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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.

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum, paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde.

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

Quoniam quæ perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

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.

Dominus in templo sancto suo, Dominus in cælo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebræ eius interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium: qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

Pluet super peccatores laqueos: ignis, et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum pars calicis eorum.

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

Quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus eius.