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?

Ki he Takimuʻa, ko e Saame ʻa Tevita. ‌ʻOku ou falala kia Sihova: pea ʻoku fēfē hoʻomou pehē ki hoku laumālie, “Puna ʻo hangē ko e manu ki ho moʻunga?

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.

He ʻoku teke ʻe he angahala ʻenau kaufana, ʻoku nau ʻai ʻenau ngaahi ngahau ki he uka, koeʻuhi ke nau fana fakafufū pē ki he angatonu ʻi loto.

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

Kapau ʻe ʻauha ʻae ngaahi tuʻunga, ko e hā ʻe faʻa fai ʻe he kakai māʻoniʻoni?”

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.

‌ʻOku ʻi hono fale māʻoniʻoni ʻa Sihova, ko e ʻafioʻanga ʻa Sihova ʻoku ʻi he langi: ʻoku ʻafioʻi ʻe hono fofonga, ʻoku ʻahiʻahiʻi ʻe hono lauʻifofonga, ʻae ngaahi fānau ʻae tangata.

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

‌ʻOku ʻahiʻahi ʻe Sihova ʻae māʻoniʻoni: ka ko e angakovi mo ia ʻoku manako ki he fakamālohi ʻoku fehiʻa hono laumālie ki ai.

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

Te ne fakaʻauha ki he ngaahi angahala ʻae ngaahi tauhele, ko e afi, mo e sulifa, mo e afā fakailifia ʻaupito: ko e ʻinasi ia ʻo ʻenau ipu.

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

He ʻoku ʻofa ʻa Sihova ko e māʻoniʻoni ki he māʻoniʻoni; ʻoku ʻafio ʻe hono fofonga ki he angatonu.