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”?

Dāvida dziesma. Dziedātāju vadonim. Es paļaujos uz To Kungu. Kā tad jūs sakāt uz manu dvēseli: skrej uz saviem kalniem kā putns!

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.

Jo redzi, bezdievīgie uzvelk stopu, tie liek savas bultas uz auklām, slepeni šaut tos, kas sirds taisni.

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

Jo pamati top nopostīti; ko darīs taisnais?

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.

Tas Kungs ir Savā svētā namā, Tā Kunga godības krēsls ir debesīs, Viņa acis skatās, Viņa acu skati pārmana cilvēku bērnus.

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

Tas Kungs pārbauda taisno, bet bezdievīgo un varas darbu mīļotāju Viņa dvēsele ienīst.

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

Pār bezdievīgiem Viņš liks līt valgiem, ugunij un sēram, un varena vētra būs viņu daļa.

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

Jo Tas Kungs ir taisns, Viņš mīļo taisnību, Viņa vaigs uzlūko taisno.