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?

In finem, Psalmus David. In Domino confido: quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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.

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum, paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde.

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

Quoniam quæ perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

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

Dominus in templo sancto suo, Dominus in cælo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebræ eius interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium: qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

Pluet super peccatores laqueos: ignis, et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum pars calicis eorum.

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

Quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus eius.