Psalms 11

1 “To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

Dura buʼaa Faarfattootaatiif. Faarfannaa Daawit. Ani Waaqayyotti kooluu galeera. Yoos isin akkamitti lubbuu kootiin akkana jechuu dandeessu: “Ati akkuma simbirroo tulluu keetti barrisi.

2 For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

Kunoo namoonni hamoon iddaa isaanii dabsataniiru; isaan warra toloota taʼan, dukkana keessa waraanuuf jedhanii, xiyya isaanii ribuutti dhaabbataniiru.

3 For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

Yoo hundeewwan diigaman, namni qajeelaan maal gochuu dandaʼa?”

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

Waaqayyo mana qulqullummaa isaa qulqulluu sana keessa jira; teessoon Waaqayyoo samii irra jira. Inni ilmaan namootaa ni ilaala; iji isaas namoota ni qora.

5 The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Waaqayyo qajeeltotaa fi jalʼoota ni qora; lubbuun isaa garuu nama goolii jaallatu ni jibbiti.

6 He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

Inni hamoota irratti, barbadaa ibiddaatii fi dinyii bobaʼu ni roobsa; qoodni isaaniis bubbee finiinaa dha.

7 For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.

Waaqayyo waan qajeelaa taʼeef, murtii qajeelaa jaallata; toloonnis fuula isaa ni argu.