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?

Ngithembela eNkosini. Lingatsho njani emphefumulweni wami: Balekela entabeni yenu njengenyoni.

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.

Ngoba, khangela, ababi bayagobisa idandili, balungisa umtshoko wabo entanjeni, ukuze batshoke emnyameni abaqotho ngenhliziyo.

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

Nxa izisekelo zidilizwa, angenzani olungileyo?

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

INkosi isethempelini layo elingcwele; iNkosi, isihlalo sayo sobukhosi sisemazulwini; amehlo ayo ayakhangela, inkophe zayo ziyahlola, abantwana babantu.

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

INkosi iyamhlola olungileyo, kodwa omubi lothanda ubudlwangudlwangu, umphefumulo wayo uyamzonda.

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

Uzanisa phezu kwababi imijibila, umlilo, lesolufa, lomoya otshisayo, kuzakuba yisabelo senkezo yabo.

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

Ngoba ilungile iNkosi, iyathanda ukulunga; ubuso bayo buyabona oqotho.