Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

Načelniku godbe, Davidova. Gospod je pribežališče moje, kako govorite duši moji: Zapústi goro vašo, tičica?

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Ker glej, tisti krivični natezajo lok, pušico svojo pokladajo na struno, da streljajo v temì na pravične v srci.

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

Ko se bodo celo stebri podirali, kaj naj počne pravični?

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

Gospod je v svetišči svetosti svoje, Gospod, katerega prestol je v nebesih, katerega oči vidijo, katerega trepalnice preiskujejo sinove človeške.

5 Yahweh examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

Gospod preiskuje pravičnega, krivičnega pa in siloljubnega sovraži srce njegovo.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Vsipal bode žarjavico nad krivične, ogenj in žveplo; in najviharnejši veter bode njih kupe delež.

7 For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

Ker pravični Gospod ljubi, kar je pravično; pravičnega gleda obličje njegovo.