Psalms 11

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?

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

2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.

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

3 For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?

Quoniam quæ perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

4 The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.

Dominus in templo sancto suo, Dominus in cælo sedes eius: Oculi eius in pauperem respiciunt: palpebræ eius interrogant filios hominum.

5 The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.

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

6 Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.

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

7 For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.

Quoniam iustus Dominus et iustitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus eius.