Psalms 11

1 For the chief music-maker. Of David. In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?

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

2 See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart.

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

3 If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do?

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

4 The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lord's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing 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 puts the upright and the sinner to the test, but he has hate in his soul for the lover of violent acts.

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

6 On the evil-doer he will send down fire and flames, and a burning wind; with these will their cup be full.

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

7 For the Lord is upright; he is a lover of righteousness: the upright will see his face.

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