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;

Načelniku godbe, Davidova. Gospod je pribežališče moje, kako govorite duši moji: Zapústi goro vašo, tičica?

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:

Ker glej, tisti krivični natezajo lok, pušico svojo pokladajo na struno, da streljajo v temì na pravične v srci.

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

Ko se bodo celo stebri podirali, kaj naj počne pravični?

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.

Gospod je v svetišči svetosti svoje, Gospod, katerega prestol je v nebesih, katerega oči vidijo, katerega trepalnice preiskujejo sinove človeške.

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

Gospod preiskuje pravičnega, krivičnega pa in siloljubnega sovraži srce njegovo.

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

Vsipal bode žarjavico nad krivične, ogenj in žveplo; in najviharnejši veter bode njih kupe delež.

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

Ker pravični Gospod ljubi, kar je pravično; pravičnega gleda obličje njegovo.