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?

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

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.

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

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

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

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.

Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

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

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

Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.