Psalms 11

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

Pou direktè koral la; yon sòm David Se nan SENYÈ a ke m kache. Kijan ou kapab di a nanm mwen: “Sove ale kon yon zwazo nan mòn ou;

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.

Paske, gade byen, mechan yo koube banza, Yo fè flèch yo parèt sou kòd la, pou tire nan fènwa sou (sila) ak kè ki dwat yo.

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

Si fondasyon yo vin detwi, se kisa moun dwat yo kab fè?”

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

SENYÈ a nan sen tanp Li an. SENYÈ a sou twon Li nan syèl la. Zye Li veye. Pòpyè zye Li sonde fis a lòm yo.

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

SENYÈ a sonde (sila) ki jis yo avèk (sila) ki mechan yo; men (sila) ki renmen vyolans, Li rayi nan kè L.

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

Sou mechan yo, Li va voye chabon cho tankou lapli; dife avèk souf avèk chabon brile va mele nan bwason yo.

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

Paske Bondye dwat. Li renmen ladwati. (Sila) ki kanpe dwat yo va wè figi Li.