Psalms 11

1 In Yhwh put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

U Gospoda se uzdam; zašto govorite duši mojoj: “leti u goru kao ptica;

2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

Jer evo grješnici nategoše luk, zapeše strijelu svoju za tetivu, da iz mraka strijeljaju prave srcem.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

Kad su raskopani temelji, šta æe uèiniti pravednik?”

4 Yhwh is in his holy temple, Yhwh's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Gospod je u svetom dvoru svom, prijesto je Gospodnji na nebesima; oèi njegove gledaju; vjeðe njegove ispituju sinove èovjeèije.

5 Yhwh trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Gospod ispituje pravednoga; a bezbožnoga i kojemu je milo èiniti zlo nenavidi duša njegova.

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

Pustiæe na bezbožnike dažd od živoga ugljevlja, ognja i sumpora; i ognjeni vjetar biæe im dio iz èaše;

7 For the righteous Yhwh loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

Jer je Gospod pravedan, ljubi pravdu; lice æe njegovo vidjeti pravednici.