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?

Anigu Rabbigaan isku halleeyaa, Haddaba idinku sidee baad naftayda ugu tidhaahdaan, Sida shimbir oo kale buurtiinnii ku carara?

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.

Waayo, bal eega, kuwa sharka lahu waxay xoodaan qaansada, Fallaadhoodana waxay ku diyaariyaan xadhigga, Inay kan qalbiga ka qumman goor gudcur ah ku ganaan.

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

Haddii aasaaska la dumiyo, Kan xaqa ahu bal muxuu samayn karaa?

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.

Rabbigu wuxuu ku jiraa macbudkiisa quduuska ah, Rabbiga carshigiisu wuxuu yaal samada, Indhihiisu way eegaan, oo indhihiisa daboolkooduna way imtixaamaan binu-aadmiga.

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

Rabbigu waa tijaabiyaa kii xaq ah, Laakiinse kii shar leh iyo kii dulmi jecelba naftiisu way neceb tahay.

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

Kuwa shar leh wuxuu ku soo kor daadin doonaa dabinno, Oo qaybta koobkooduna waxaa weeye dab iyo baaruud iyo dabayl hanfi ah.

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

Waayo, Rabbigu waa xaq, oo isagu xaqnimaduu jecel yahay, Kuwa qummanuna wejigiisay arki doonaan.