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 animae meae transmigra in montes 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 faretra ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde

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

quoniam quae perfecisti destruxerunt iustus 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 caelo sedis eius oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt palpebrae eius 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 iustum 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 iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit aequitatem vidit vultus eius