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?

Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi. Na Rawiri. Ko Ihowa taku e whakawhirinaki ai: he aha koutou ka mea ai ki toku wairua, rere a manu atu ki to koutou maunga?

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.

Nana, kua whakapikoa te kopere e te hunga kino, e whakatikaia ana a ratou pere ki te aho, hei perenga pukutanga ma ratou ki te hunga ngakau tika.

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

Ki te wawahia nga turanga ake, me pehea te tangata tika?

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.

Kei tona temepara tapu a Ihowa, kei te rangi te torona o Ihowa: e titiro ana ona kanohi, e whakamatautau ana ona kamo i nga tama a te tangata.

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

E whakamatautau ana a Ihowa i te tangata tika: a e kinogia ana e tona wairua te tangata kino me te tangata e aroha ana ki te tutu.

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

Ka uaina e ia ki runga ki te hunga kino he mahanga, he ahi, he whanariki, he awha tuaikerekere: ko te wahi tena mo to ratou kapu.

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

No te mea he tika a Ihowa, e aroha ana ki te tika; ka kite te hunga tika i tona kanohi.