Psalms 11

1 [For the Chief Musician. By David.] In Jehovah, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain."

To the victorie of Dauid. I triste in the Lord; hou seien ye to my soule, Passe thou ouere in to an hil, as a sparowe doith?

2 For, look, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

For lo! synneris han bent a bouwe; thei han maad redi her arowis in an arowe caas; `for to schete in derknesse riytful men in herte.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

For thei han distryed, whom thou hast maad perfit; but what dide the riytful man?

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah is on his throne in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyes examine the descendants of Adam.

The Lord is in his hooli temple; he is Lord, his seete is in heuene. Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; hise iyelidis axen the sones of men.

5 Jehovah examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who loves violence his soul hates.

The Lord axith a iust man, and vnfeithful man; but he, that loueth wickidnesse, hatith his soule.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

He schal reyne snaris on `synful men; fier, brymston, and the spirit of tempestis ben the part of the cuppe of hem.

7 For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

For the Lord is riytful, and louede riytfulnessis; his cheer siy equite, `ethir euennesse.