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?

١ لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ. لِدَاوُدَ عَلَى ٱلرَّبِّ تَوَكَّلْتُ. كَيْفَ تَقُولُونَ لِنَفْسِي: «ٱهْرُبُوا إِلَى جِبَالِكُمْ كَعُصْفُورٍ؟

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

٢ لِأَنَّهُ هُوَذَا ٱلْأَشْرَارُ يَمُدُّونَ ٱلْقَوْسَ. فَوَّقُوا ٱلسَّهْمَ فِي ٱلْوَتَرِ لِيَرْمُوا فِي ٱلدُّجَى مُسْتَقِيمِي ٱلْقُلُوبِ.

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

٣ إِذَا ٱنْقَلَبَتِ ٱلْأَعْمِدَةُ، فَٱلصِّدِّيقُ مَاذَا يَفْعَلُ؟»

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.

٤ اَلرَّبُّ فِي هَيْكَلِ قُدْسِهِ. ٱلرَّبُّ فِي ٱلسَّمَاءِ كُرْسِيُّهُ. عَيْنَاهُ تَنْظُرَانِ. أَجْفَانُهُ تَمْتَحِنُ بَنِي آدَمَ.

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

٥ ٱلرَّبُّ يَمْتَحِنُ ٱلْصِّدِّيقَ، أَمَّا ٱلشِّرِّيرُ وَمُحِبُّ ٱلظُّلْمِ فَتُبْغِضُهُ نَفْسُهُ.

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

٦ يُمْطِرُ عَلَى ٱلْأَشْرَارِ فِخَاخًا، نَارًا وَكِبْرِيتًا، وَرِيحَ ٱلسَّمُومِ نَصِيبَ كَأْسِهِمْ.

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

٧ لِأَنَّ ٱلرَّبَّ عَادِلٌ وَيُحِبُّ ٱلْعَدْلَ. ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمُ يُبْصِرُ وَجْهَهُ.