Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. By David. In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

Psalmus David, in finem. In Domino confido: quomodo dicitis animae meae: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness 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 are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

Quoniam quae perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

Dominus in templo sancto suo, Dominus in caelo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebrae eius interrogant filios hominum.

5 The LORD examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium: qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulphur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

7 For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

Quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: aequitatem vidit vultus eius.