Psalms 11

1 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?

For the chief music-maker. Of David. In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?

2 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.

See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart.

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

If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do?

4 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.

The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lord's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing the children of men.

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

The Lord puts the upright and the sinner to the test, but he has hate in his soul for the lover of violent acts.

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

On the evil-doer he will send down fire and flames, and a burning wind; with these will their cup be full.

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

For the Lord is upright; he is a lover of righteousness: the upright will see his face.