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;

In finem. Psalmus David. In Domino confido; quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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:

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum; paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde:

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

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

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.

Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

Pluet super peccatores laqueos; ignis et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum, pars calicis eorum.

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

Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.