Psalms 11

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

In finem, Psalmus David. In Domino confido: quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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.

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum, paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde.

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

Quoniam quæ perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

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

Dominus in templo sancto suo, Dominus in cælo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebræ eius interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium: qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

Pluet super peccatores laqueos: ignis, et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum pars calicis eorum.

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

Quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus eius.