Psalms 11

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

١ لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ إِلَى الرَّبِّ الْتَجَأْتُ، فَكَيْفَ تَقُولُونَ لِنَفْسِي: «اهْرُبُوا إِلَى جِبَالِكُمْ كَعُصْفُورٍ؟»

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.

٢ هُوَذَا الأَشْرَارُ يَشُدُّونَ أَقْوَاسَهُمْ، فَوَّقُوا سِهَاماً فِي أَوْتَارِهَا، لِيُطْلِقُوهَا فِي الظَّلامِ عَلَى ذَوِي الْقُلُوبِ الْمُسْتَقِيمَةِ.

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

٣ إِذَا تَقَوَّضَتِ الأَسَاسَاتُ، فَمَاذَا يَعْمَلُ الصِّدِّيقُ؟

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

٤ مَازَالَ الرَّبُّ فِي هَيْكَلِهِ الْمُقَدَّسِ. الرَّبُّ فِي السَّمَاءِ عَرْشُهُ. تُبْصِرُ عَيْنَاهُ بَنِي آدَمَ، وَتَتَقَصَّاهُمْ أَجْفَانُهُ.

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

٥ يَمْتَحِنُ الرَّبُّ الصِّدِّيقَ، وَلَكِنَّ نَفْسَهُ تَمْقُتُ الشِّرِّيرَ وَمُحِبَّ الظُّلْمِ.

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

٦ يُمْطِرُ عَلَى الأَشْرَارِ جَمْراً وَكِبْرِيتاً وَتَكُونُ الرِّيحُ الْمُحْرِقَةُ نَصِيبَهُمْ.

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

٧ لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ عَادِلٌ، وَيُحِبُّ الإِنْصَافَ، وَيُبْصِرُ الْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ وَجْهَهُ.