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”?

Psalmus David, in finem. In Domino confido: quomodo dicitis animae meae: 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 quae perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus 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 caelo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebrae eius interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat iustum 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 iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: aequitatem vidit vultus eius.