Psalms 11

1 Fún adarí orin. Ti Dafidi. Ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé mi wà nínú Olúwa. Báwo ní ẹ̀yin ó ṣe sọ fún ọkàn mi pé, “Fò gẹ́gẹ́ bi ẹyẹ lọ si orí òkè rẹ.

TO THE OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain [as] the bird?”

2 Wò ó nítorí náà, ènìyàn búburú fa ọfà rẹ̀; wọn ti fi ọfà wọn sí ojú okùn láti tafà níbi òjìji sí àyà ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin.

For behold, the wicked bend a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 Nígbà tí ìpìlẹ̀ bá bàjẹ́ kí ni olódodo yóò ṣe?”

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he done?

4 Olúwa ń bẹ nínú tẹmpili mímọ́ rẹ̀; Olúwa ń bẹ lórí ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ ní ọ̀run. Ó ń wo àwọn ọmọ ènìyàn; ojú rẹ̀ ń yẹ̀ wọ́n wò.

YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

5 Olúwa ń yẹ olódodo wò, ṣùgbọ́n ènìyàn búburú àti àwọn tí o fẹ́ ìwà ipá ni ọkàn rẹ̀ kórìíra.

YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

6 Sí orí àwọn ènìyàn búburú ni yóò rọ̀jò ẹ̀yín iná àti imí-ọjọ́ tí ń jó; àti ìjì gbígbóná ní yóò jẹ ìpín wọn.

He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

7 Nítorí, olódodo ní Olúwa, o fẹ́ràn òdodo; ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin yóò sì rí i.

For YHWH [is] righteous, He has loved righteousness, His countenance sees the upright!