Псалтирь 11

1 В конец, псалом Давиду. На Господа уповах, како речете души моей: превитай по горам, яко птица?

“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 Яко се, грешницы налякоша лук, уготоваша стрелы в туле, состреляти во мраце правыя сердцем.

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 Зане яже ты совершил еси, они разрушиша: праведник же что сотвори?

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

4 Господь во храме святем Своем. Господь, на небеси престол Его: очи Его на нищаго призираете, вежди Его испытаете сыны человеческия.

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 Господь испытает праведнаго и нечестиваго: любяй же неправду ненавидит свою душу.

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

6 Одождит на грешники сети: огнь и жупел, и дух бурен часть чаши их.

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

7 Яко праведен Господь и правды возлюби: правоты виде лице Его.

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