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?”

Načelniku godbe, Davidova. Gospod je pribežališče moje, kako govorite duši moji: Zapústi goro vašo, tičica?

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.

Ker glej, tisti krivični natezajo lok, pušico svojo pokladajo na struno, da streljajo v temì na pravične v srci.

3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he done?

Ko se bodo celo stebri podirali, kaj naj počne pravični?

4 YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

Gospod je v svetišči svetosti svoje, Gospod, katerega prestol je v nebesih, katerega oči vidijo, katerega trepalnice preiskujejo sinove človeške.

5 YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

Gospod preiskuje pravičnega, krivičnega pa in siloljubnega sovraži srce njegovo.

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

Vsipal bode žarjavico nad krivične, ogenj in žveplo; in najviharnejši veter bode njih kupe delež.

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

Ker pravični Gospod ljubi, kar je pravično; pravičnega gleda obličje njegovo.