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?

U Gospoda se uzdam; zašto govorite duši mojoj: “leti u goru kao ptica;

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.

Jer evo grješnici nategoše luk, zapeše strijelu svoju za tetivu, da iz mraka strijeljaju prave srcem.

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

Kad su raskopani temelji, šta æe uèiniti pravednik?”

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.

Gospod je u svetom dvoru svom, prijesto je Gospodnji na nebesima; oèi njegove gledaju; vjeðe njegove ispituju sinove èovjeèije.

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

Gospod ispituje pravednoga; a bezbožnoga i kojemu je milo èiniti zlo nenavidi duša njegova.

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

Pustiæe na bezbožnike dažd od živoga ugljevlja, ognja i sumpora; i ognjeni vjetar biæe im dio iz èaše;

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

Jer je Gospod pravedan, ljubi pravdu; lice æe njegovo vidjeti pravednici.