< 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;
לַמְנַצֵּ֗חַ לְדָ֫וִ֥ד בַּֽיהוָ֨ה ׀ חָסִ֗יתִי אֵ֭יךְ תֹּאמְר֣וּ לְנַפְשִׁ֑י נוּדוּ (נ֝֗וּדִי) הַרְכֶ֥ם צִפֹּֽור׃
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:
כִּ֤י הִנֵּ֪ה הָרְשָׁעִ֡ים יִדְרְכ֬וּן קֶ֗שֶׁת כֹּונְנ֣וּ חִצָּ֣ם עַל־יֶ֑תֶר לִירֹ֥ות בְּמֹו־אֹ֝֗פֶל לְיִשְׁרֵי־לֵֽב׃
3 When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?
כִּ֣י הַ֭שָּׁתֹות יֵֽהָרֵס֑וּן צַ֝דִּ֗יק מַה־פָּעָֽל׃
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.
יְהוָ֤ה ׀ בְּֽהֵ֘יכַ֤ל קָדְשֹׁ֗ו יְהוָה֮ בַּשָּׁמַ֪יִם כִּ֫סְאֹ֥ו עֵינָ֥יו יֶחֱז֑וּ עַפְעַפָּ֥יו יִ֝בְחֲנ֗וּ בְּנֵ֣י אָדָֽם׃
5 Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.
יְהוָה֮ צַדִּ֪יק יִ֫בְחָ֥ן וְ֭רָשָׁע וְאֹהֵ֣ב חָמָ֑ס שָֽׂנְאָ֥ה נַפְשֹֽׁו׃
6 He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.
יַמְטֵ֥ר עַל־רְשָׁעִ֗ים פַּ֫חִ֥ים אֵ֣שׁ וְ֭גָפְרִית וְר֥וּחַ זִלְעָפֹ֗ות מְנָ֣ת כֹּוסָֽם׃
7 For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.
כִּֽי־צַדִּ֣יק יְ֭הוָה צְדָקֹ֣ות אָהֵ֑ב יָ֝שָׁ֗ר יֶחֱז֥וּ פָנֵֽימֹו׃

< Psalms 11 >