Psalmorum 11

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

To the Chief Musician. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

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

For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

3 Quoniam quæ perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?

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

Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.

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

Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

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

He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.