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”?

In finem. Psalmus David. [In Domino confido; quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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.

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

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

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

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.

Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

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

Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

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

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

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

Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.]