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”?

In finem. Psalmus David. In Domino confido; quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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.

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum; paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde:

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

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

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

Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

Pluet super peccatores laqueos; ignis et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum, pars calicis eorum.

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

Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.