Psalmorum 11

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

“To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

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

For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

3 quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

4 Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

5 Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

7 Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.]

For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.