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?

In Adonai, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your 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.

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.

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

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the upright 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.

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

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

Adonai examines the upright, but the wicked and him who 'ahav ·affectionately loves· violence his soul hates.

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

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

For Adonai is righteous. He 'ahav ·affectionately loves· righteousness. The upright shall see his face.