Salme 11

1 (Til sangmesteren. Af David.) Jeg tager min Tilflugt til HERREN! Hvor kan I sige til min Sjæl: "Fly som en Fugl til Bjergene!

In Adonai, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain!”

2 Thi se, de gudløse spænder Buen, lægger Pilen til Rette på Strengen for i Mørke at ramme de oprigtige af Hjertet.

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.

3 Når selv Grundpillerne styrter, hvad gør den retfærdige da?"

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the upright do?

4 HERREN er i sin hellige Hal, i Himlen er HERRENs Trone; på Jorderig skuer hans Øjne ned, hans Blik ransager Menneskens Børn;

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

5 retfærdige og gudløse ransager HERREN; dem, der elsker Uret, hader hans Sjæl;

Adonai examines the upright, but the wicked and him who 'ahav ·affectionately loves· violence his soul hates.

6 over gudløse sender han Regn af Gløder og Svovl, et Stormvejr er deres tilmålte Bæger.

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

7 Thi retfærdig er HERREN, han elsker at øve Retfærd, de oprigtige skuer hans Åsyn!

For Adonai is righteous. He 'ahav ·affectionately loves· righteousness. The upright shall see his face.