Psalms 11

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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

2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.

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

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

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

7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.

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