Psalms 11

1 For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

Kwa mtsogoleri wa mayimbidwe. Salimo la Davide. Mwa Yehova ine ndimathawiramo. Nanga mungathe bwanji kunena kwa ine kuti, “Thawira ku phiri lako ngati mbalame.

2 For behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

Pakuti taona oyipa akunga mauta awo; ayika bwino mivi yawo pa zingwe za uta, pobisala pawo kuti alase olungama mtima.

3 For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

Tsono ngati maziko awonongeka, olungama angachite chiyani?”

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

Yehova ali mʼNyumba yake yoyera; Yehova ali pa mpando wake waufumu kumwamba. Iye amayangʼanitsitsa ana a anthu; maso ake amawayesa.

5 The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

Yehova amayesa olungama, koma moyo wake umadana ndi oyipa, amene amakonda zachiwawa.

6 He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

Iye adzakhuthulira pa oyipa makala amoto ndi sulufule woyaka; mphepo yotentha idzakhala yowayenera.

7 For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.

Pakuti Yehova ndi wolungama, Iye amakonda chilungamo; ndipo anthu olungama adzaona nkhope yake.