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?

В конец, псалом Давиду. На Господа уповах, како речете души моей: превитай по горам, яко птица?

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.

Яко се, грешницы налякоша лук, уготоваша стрелы в туле, состреляти во мраце правыя сердцем.

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

Зане яже ты совершил еси, они разрушиша: праведник же что сотвори?

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.

Господь во храме святем Своем. Господь, на небеси престол Его: очи Его на нищаго призираете, вежди Его испытаете сыны человеческия.

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

Господь испытает праведнаго и нечестиваго: любяй же неправду ненавидит свою душу.

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

Одождит на грешники сети: огнь и жупел, и дух бурен часть чаши их.

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

Яко праведен Господь и правды возлюби: правоты виде лице Его.