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”?

Agkamangak kenni Yahweh; apay a kunaem kaniak, “Tumayabka a kasla billit nga agturong iti bantay”?

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.

Ta kitaem! Insagana dagiti nadangkes dagiti panada. Iti kasipngetan, isaganada nga ibiat dagiti panada a mangipuntiria kadagiti nalinteg ti pusona.

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

Ta no nadadael dagiti pundasion, anianto ti maaramidan dagiti nalinteg?

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

Adda ni Yahweh iti nasantoan a templona; kumitkita dagiti matana, suksukimaten dagiti matana dagiti annak dagiti tattao.

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

Agpada a suksukimaten ni Yahweh dagiti nalinteg ken dagiti nadangkes, ngem kagurgurana dagiti mangay-ayat nga agaramid iti kinaranggas.

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

Pagtudoenna iti dumardarang a beggang ken asufre kadagiti nadangkes; maysanto a makasinit nga angin ti pasetda iti kopana!

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

Ta nalinteg ni Yahweh, ken ay-ayatenna ti kinalinteg; makitanto dagiti nalinteg ti rupana.