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”?

To the victorie of Dauid. I triste in the Lord; hou seien ye to my soule, Passe thou ouere in to an hil, as a sparowe doith?

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.

For lo! synneris han bent a bouwe; thei han maad redi her arowis in an arowe caas; `for to schete in derknesse riytful men in herte.

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

For thei han distryed, whom thou hast maad perfit; but what dide the riytful man?

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

The Lord is in his hooli temple; he is Lord, his seete is in heuene. Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; hise iyelidis axen the sones of men.

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

The Lord axith a iust man, and vnfeithful man; but he, that loueth wickidnesse, hatith his soule.

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

He schal reyne snaris on `synful men; fier, brymston, and the spirit of tempestis ben the part of the cuppe of hem.

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

For the Lord is riytful, and louede riytfulnessis; his cheer siy equite, `ethir euennesse.