Psalms 11

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

Thaburi ya Daudi Niĩ njũragĩra harĩ Jehova. Mwahota atĩa kũnjĩĩra atĩrĩ: “Ũmbũka ta nyoni ũũrĩre kĩrĩma-inĩ gĩaku.

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

Ta rora, andũ arĩa aaganu nĩmageetete mota mao, makahagĩka mĩguĩ yao ndigi-inĩ nĩguo mehithĩte nduma-inĩ marathe andũ arĩa atheru ngoro.

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

Hĩndĩ ĩrĩa mĩthingi ĩraanangwo-rĩ, andũ arĩa athingu mangĩhota gwĩka atĩa?”

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

Jehova arĩ thĩinĩ wa hekarũ yake theru; Jehova arĩ gĩtĩ-inĩ gĩake kĩa ũnene kũu igũrũ. Acũthagĩrĩria ariũ a andũ; maitho make nĩmamaroragia.

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

Jehova nĩaroragia andũ arĩa athingu, no andũ arĩa aaganu na arĩa mendete haaro-rĩ, ngoro yake nĩĩmathũire.

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

Andũ arĩa aaganu nĩakamoirĩria marakara maraakana na ũbiriti ũgwakana; igai rĩao nĩ rũhuho rũrĩa rũcinaga.

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

Nĩgũkorwo Jehova nĩ mũthingu, na nĩendete ciira wa kĩhooto; andũ arĩa arũngĩrĩru nĩo marĩonaga ũthiũ wake.