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?

To the Overseer. — By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird?

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 lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous — what hath he done?

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.

'Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah — in the heavens [is] His throne. His eyes see — His eyelids try the sons of men.

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

Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

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

He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'