Psalmorum 11

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

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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 make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous 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 holy temple, the LORD’S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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

The LORD trieth 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.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.