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”?

Fún adarí orin. Ti Dafidi. Ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé mi wà nínú Olúwa. Báwo ní ẹ̀yin ó ṣe sọ fún ọkàn mi pé, “Fò gẹ́gẹ́ bi ẹyẹ lọ si orí òkè rẹ.

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.

Wò ó nítorí náà, ènìyàn búburú fa ọfà rẹ̀; wọn ti fi ọfà wọn sí ojú okùn láti tafà níbi òjìji sí àyà ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin.

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

Nígbà tí ìpìlẹ̀ bá bàjẹ́ kí ni olódodo yóò ṣe?”

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.

Olúwa ń bẹ nínú tẹmpili mímọ́ rẹ̀; Olúwa ń bẹ lórí ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ ní ọ̀run. Ó ń wo àwọn ọmọ ènìyàn; ojú rẹ̀ ń yẹ̀ wọ́n wò.

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

Olúwa ń yẹ olódodo wò, ṣùgbọ́n ènìyàn búburú àti àwọn tí o fẹ́ ìwà ipá ni ọkàn rẹ̀ kórìíra.

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

Sí orí àwọn ènìyàn búburú ni yóò rọ̀jò ẹ̀yín iná àti imí-ọjọ́ tí ń jó; àti ìjì gbígbóná ní yóò jẹ ìpín wọn.

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

Nítorí, olódodo ní Olúwa, o fẹ́ràn òdodo; ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin yóò sì rí i.