Psalms 11

1 TO THE OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain [as] the bird?”

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 wicked bend a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness 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 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he done?

Tsono ngati maziko awonongeka, olungama angachite chiyani?”

4 YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—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 YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

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

6 He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

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

7 For YHWH [is] righteous, He has loved righteousness, His countenance sees the upright!

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