Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain;

in finem psalmus David in Domino confido quomodo dicitis animae meae transmigra in montes sicut passer

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum paraverunt sagittas suas in faretra ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde

3 If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?

quoniam quae perfecisti destruxerunt iustus autem quid fecit

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Dominus in templo sancto suo Dominus in caelo sedis eius oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt palpebrae eius interrogant filios hominum

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Dominus interrogat iustum et impium qui autem diligit iniquitatem odit animam suam

6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

pluet super peccatores laqueos ignis et sulphur et spiritus procellarum pars calicis eorum

7 For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.

quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit aequitatem vidit vultus eius