Psalmorum 11

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

For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

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

Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

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

When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

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

The Lord is in his Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

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

The Lord examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

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

He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

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

The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.