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;

Pou direktè koral la; yon sòm David Se nan SENYÈ a ke m kache. Kijan ou kapab di a nanm mwen: “Sove ale kon yon zwazo nan mòn ou;

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:

Paske, gade byen, mechan yo koube banza, Yo fè flèch yo parèt sou kòd la, pou tire nan fènwa sou (sila) ak kè ki dwat yo.

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

Si fondasyon yo vin detwi, se kisa moun dwat yo kab fè?”

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.

SENYÈ a nan sen tanp Li an. SENYÈ a sou twon Li nan syèl la. Zye Li veye. Pòpyè zye Li sonde fis a lòm yo.

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

SENYÈ a sonde (sila) ki jis yo avèk (sila) ki mechan yo; men (sila) ki renmen vyolans, Li rayi nan kè L.

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

Sou mechan yo, Li va voye chabon cho tankou lapli; dife avèk souf avèk chabon brile va mele nan bwason yo.

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

Paske Bondye dwat. Li renmen ladwati. (Sila) ki kanpe dwat yo va wè figi Li.