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”?

Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi. Na Rawiri. Ko Ihowa taku e whakawhirinaki ai: he aha koutou ka mea ai ki toku wairua, rere a manu atu ki to koutou maunga?

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.

Nana, kua whakapikoa te kopere e te hunga kino, e whakatikaia ana a ratou pere ki te aho, hei perenga pukutanga ma ratou ki te hunga ngakau tika.

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

Ki te wawahia nga turanga ake, me pehea te tangata tika?

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

Kei tona temepara tapu a Ihowa, kei te rangi te torona o Ihowa: e titiro ana ona kanohi, e whakamatautau ana ona kamo i nga tama a te tangata.

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

E whakamatautau ana a Ihowa i te tangata tika: a e kinogia ana e tona wairua te tangata kino me te tangata e aroha ana ki te tutu.

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

Ka uaina e ia ki runga ki te hunga kino he mahanga, he ahi, he whanariki, he awha tuaikerekere: ko te wahi tena mo to ratou kapu.

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

No te mea he tika a Ihowa, e aroha ana ki te tika; ka kite te hunga tika i tona kanohi.