Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David. I trust in the Lord. How can you say to my soul, “Sojourn to the mountain, like a sparrow.”

En Jehová he confiado, ¿cómo decís a mi alma: Muévete a vuestro monte, como ave?

2 For behold, the sinners have bent their bow. They have prepared their arrows in the quiver, so as to shoot arrows in the dark at the upright of heart.

Porque, he aquí, los malos flecharon el arco: apercibieron sus saetas sobre la cuerda para asaetear en oculto a los rectos de corazón.

3 For they have destroyed the things that you have completed. But what has the just one done?

Porque los fundamentos serán derribados: ¿el justo qué ha hecho?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple. The Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyelids question the sons of men.

Jehová en el templo de su santidad: Jehová en el cielo su trono: sus ojos ven, sus párpados prueban a los hijos de los hombres.

5 The Lord questions the just and the impious. Yet he who loves iniquity, hates his own soul.

Jehová prueba al justo, y al malo, y al que ama la rapiña aborrece su alma.

6 He will rain down snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and windstorms will be the portion of their cup.

Lloverá sobre los malos lazos, fuego y azufre; y viento de torbellinos será la parte de su vaso.

7 For the Lord is just, and he has chosen justice. His countenance has beheld equity.

Porque el justo Jehová amó las justicias: al recto mirará su rostro.