Psalms 11

1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

To the victorie of Dauid. I triste in the Lord; hou seien ye to my soule, Passe thou ouere in to an hil, as a sparowe doith?

2 For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

For lo! synneris han bent a bouwe; thei han maad redi her arowis in an arowe caas; `for to schete in derknesse riytful men in herte.

3 When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?

For thei han distryed, whom thou hast maad perfit; but what dide the riytful man?

4 Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.

The Lord is in his hooli temple; he is Lord, his seete is in heuene. Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; hise iyelidis axen the sones of men.

5 Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

The Lord axith a iust man, and vnfeithful man; but he, that loueth wickidnesse, hatith his soule.

6 He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

He schal reyne snaris on `synful men; fier, brymston, and the spirit of tempestis ben the part of the cuppe of hem.

7 For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.

For the Lord is riytful, and louede riytfulnessis; his cheer siy equite, `ethir euennesse.