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”?

Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi. Zabbuli ya Dawudi. Mu Mukama mwe neekweka; ate muyinza mutya okuŋŋamba nti, “Ddukira ku nsozi ng’ebinyonyi?

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.

Kubanga laba ababi baleega emitego gyabwe egy’obusaale, balase abalina omutima omulongoofu.

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

Emisingi nga gizikirizibwa, omutuukirivu ayinza kukola ki?”

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

Mukama ali mu Yeekaalu ye entukuvu; Mukama atudde ku ntebe ye ey’obwakabaka eri mu ggulu. Amaaso ge gatunuulira era geetegereza abaana b’abantu.

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

Mukama akebera abatuukirivu naye omutima gwe gukyawa ababi, n’abakola eby’obukambwe.

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

Ababi alibayiwako amanda ag’omuliro; n’empewo ezibambula gwe guliba omugabo gwabwe.

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

Kubanga Mukama mutuukirivu era ayagala eby’obutuukirivu; abo abalongoofu be balimulaba.