Psalms 11

1 For the chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountain”?

Til Sangmesteren; af David. Jeg haaber paa Herren; hvorledes kunne I da sige til min Sjæl: Fly til eders Bjerg som en Fugl?

2 For see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

Thi se, de ugudelige spænde Buen, de berede deres Pil paa Strengen, at skyde i Mørke paa de oprigtige af Hjertet.

3 For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?

Thi Grundvoldene nedbrydes; hvad kunde en retfærdig udrette?

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

Herren er i sit hellige Tempel, Herrens Trone er i Himmelen; hans Øjne se, hans Øjenlaage prøve Menneskens Børn.

5 Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

Herren prøver en retfærdig; men den ugudelige og den, som elsker Vold, dem hader hans Sjæl.

6 He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

Han skal lade regne Snarer over de ugudelige; Ild og Svovl og et vældigt Stormvejr skal blive deres Bægers Del.

7 For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.

Thi Herren er retfærdig, elsker Retfærdighed; hans Ansigt skuer en oprigtig.