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;

I LIKI Ieowa, a menda komail indan nen i: Piridalan pon omail nana dueta manpir amen?

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:

Pwe kilan, me doo jan Kot akan kaonopadar kajik katieu o pwilikidi ar kanan en kajik katieu pon jal o, pwen rir kajikiedi me melel ni monion arail.

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

Pwe ma ur akan ronk pajan, da me aramaj pun en wiada?

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.

Ieowa kotikot nan tanpaj a jaraui, mol en Ieowa mimi nanlan, jilan i kin mamajani jili, kil en jilan i kin jojon aramaj akan.

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

Ieowa kotin jon me pun, ap kotin tataki me japun o morjued.

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

A pan kotin kamoredi on me doo jan Kot akan liol, o kijiniai, o jwepel, o a pan katine kin irail melimel.

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

Ieowa me pun o a kotin pok on me pun. Jilan i ireron on me melel o.