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."

Amy Iehovà ao ty fipalirako; akore ty ivolaña’ areo an-troko ty hoe: Mivoratsaha hoe voroñe mb’am-bohi’o mb’eo;

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.

Hehe te mampibitsoke fàle o lo-tserekeo, le fa ginao’ iereo an-taly o ana-pale’eo, hahirirì’ iereo añ’ieñe ao mb’amo vantañ’arofoo;

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

Naho rotsake o manàntañeo, ino ty lefe’ o vañoñeo hanoeñe?

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.

Añ’anjomba’e miavake ao t’Iehovà, an-dindìñe ao ty iambesara’ Iehovà; mivazoho o fihaino’eo, mitsoke o ana’ ondatio o vohomaso’eo.

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

Tsohe’ Iehovà o vantañeo, fe heje’ ty arofo’e ty lo-tsereke, naho i piaroteñey.

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

Hampifororoaha’e vaen’afo mirekake o tsivokatseo; afo naho ponde vaho tio-mae ty ho anjaram-pitovi’ iareo.

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

Amy te vantañe t’Iehovà; kokoa’e ty havañonañe ho isa’ o mahitio ty lahara’e.