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”?

В конец, псалом Давиду. На Господа уповах, како речете души моей: превитай по горам, яко птица?

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.

Яко се, грешницы налякоша лук, уготоваша стрелы в туле, состреляти во мраце правыя сердцем.

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

Зане яже ты совершил еси, они разрушиша: праведник же что сотвори?

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.

Господь во храме святем Своем. Господь, на небеси престол Его: очи Его на нищаго призираете, вежди Его испытаете сыны человеческия.

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

Господь испытает праведнаго и нечестиваго: любяй же неправду ненавидит свою душу.

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

Одождит на грешники сети: огнь и жупел, и дух бурен часть чаши их.

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

Яко праведен Господь и правды возлюби: правоты виде лице Его.