Psalmi 11

1 Svoje trdno upanje polagam v Gospoda. Kako pravite moji duši: »Béži kakor ptica k svoji gori?«

Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

2 Kajti glej, zlobni upogibajo svoj lok, svojo puščico pripravljajo na tetivo, da bi lahko na skrivaj streljali na iskrenega v srcu.

For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

3 Če so temelji razrušeni, kaj lahko stori pravični?

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

4 Gospod je v svojem svetem templju, Gospodov prestol je na nebu. Njegove oči gledajo, njegove veke preizkušajo človeške otroke.

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

5 Gospod preizkuša pravičnega. Toda zlobnega in tistega, ki ljubi nasilje, sovraži njegova duša.

The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

6 Na zlobne bo deževal pasti, ogenj, žveplo in strašen vihar. To bo delež njihove skodelice.

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

7 Kajti pravičen Gospod ljubi pravičnost, njegovo obličje gleda iskrenega.

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.