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”?

Svoje trdno upanje polagam v Gospoda. Kako pravite moji duši: »Béži kakor ptica k svoji gori?«

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.

Kajti glej, zlobni upogibajo svoj lok, svojo puščico pripravljajo na tetivo, da bi lahko na skrivaj streljali na iskrenega v srcu.

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

Če so temelji razrušeni, kaj lahko stori pravični?

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

Gospod je v svojem svetem templju, Gospodov prestol je na nebu. Njegove oči gledajo, njegove veke preizkušajo človeške otroke.

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

Gospod preizkuša pravičnega. Toda zlobnega in tistega, ki ljubi nasilje, sovraži njegova duša.

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

Na zlobne bo deževal pasti, ogenj, žveplo in strašen vihar. To bo delež njihove skodelice.

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

Kajti pravičen Gospod ljubi pravičnost, njegovo obličje gleda iskrenega.