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?

Kumutungamiri wokuimba. Pisarema raDhavhidhi. Ndinovanda muna Jehovha. Mungareva seiko kwandiri muchiti, “Tizira kugomo rako seshiri.

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.

Nokuti tarira, vakaipa vanowembura uta hwavo; vanogadzirira miseve yavo parukungiso, kuti vapfure vari murima, uyo akarurama pamwoyo.

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

Kana nheyo dzaparadzwa, akarurama angaiteiko?”

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.

Jehovha ari mutemberi yake tsvene; Jehovha ari pachigaro chake choushe chokudenga. Anocherechedza vanakomana vavanhu; meso ake anovaedza.

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

Jehovha anoedza vakarurama, asi vakaipa navanoda zvechisimba mweya wake unovavenga.

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

Pane vakaipa anonayisa mazimbe omoto nesafuri inopfuta; mhepo inopisa ndiwo uchava mugove wavo.

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

Nokuti Jehovha akarurama, anoda kururamisira; vanhu vakarurama vachaona chiso chake.