Psalms 11

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

To the victorie of Dauid. I triste in the Lord; hou seien ye to my soule, Passe thou ouere in to an hil, as a sparowe doith?

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.

For lo! synneris han bent a bouwe; thei han maad redi her arowis in an arowe caas; `for to schete in derknesse riytful men in herte.

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

For thei han distryed, whom thou hast maad perfit; but what dide the riytful man?

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

The Lord is in his hooli temple; he is Lord, his seete is in heuene. Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; hise iyelidis axen the sones of men.

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

The Lord axith a iust man, and vnfeithful man; but he, that loueth wickidnesse, hatith his soule.

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

He schal reyne snaris on `synful men; fier, brymston, and the spirit of tempestis ben the part of the cuppe of hem.

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

For the Lord is riytful, and louede riytfulnessis; his cheer siy equite, `ethir euennesse.