Psalms 11

1 For the leader. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

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

2 ‘See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

3 In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person do?’

Quoniam quae perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

4 The Lord in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

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

5 The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates.

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

6 On the wicked he rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

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

7 For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.

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