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”?

Kuom jatend wer. Zaburi mar Daudi. Jehova Nyasaye ema ageno kuome. Koro ere kaka duwachna ni: “Ringi ka winyo nyaka ewi got mari.

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.

Nikech joma timbegi richo osechako ywayo atungegi; gisechano asernigi e tonde mag atungʼ, mondo gichielgo joma jo-adiera e chunygi.

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

Ka mise iketho, to en angʼo ma joma kare ditim?”

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

Jehova Nyasaye ni e hekalu mare maler; Jehova Nyasaye ni e kom duongʼ mare manie polo. Orango timbe yawuot ji; wengene nonogi matut.

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

Jehova Nyasaye nono joma kare, to joma timbegi richo kod joma ohero mahundu, to chunye ochayo.

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

Obiro chwero mach maliel mager kod salfa kuom joma timbegi richo; yamo maliet ha matwoyo gik moko, biro kudhogi.

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

Nikech Jehova Nyasaye en Ngʼama Kare, kendo ohero adiera; joma timbegi oriere biro neno wangʼe.