Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

I LIKI Ieowa, a menda komail indan nen i: Piridalan pon omail nana dueta manpir amen?

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Pwe kilan, me doo jan Kot akan kaonopadar kajik katieu o pwilikidi ar kanan en kajik katieu pon jal o, pwen rir kajikiedi me melel ni monion arail.

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

Pwe ma ur akan ronk pajan, da me aramaj pun en wiada?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD, his throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Ieowa kotikot nan tanpaj a jaraui, mol en Ieowa mimi nanlan, jilan i kin mamajani jili, kil en jilan i kin jojon aramaj akan.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Ieowa kotin jon me pun, ap kotin tataki me japun o morjued.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

A pan kotin kamoredi on me doo jan Kot akan liol, o kijiniai, o jwepel, o a pan katine kin irail melimel.

7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.

Ieowa me pun o a kotin pok on me pun. Jilan i ireron on me melel o.