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 musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee 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.

For see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

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

For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous 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.

Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

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

Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

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

He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

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

For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.