Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

Načelniku godbe, Davidova. Gospod je pribežališče moje, kako govorite duši moji: Zapústi goro vašo, tičica?

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.

Ker glej, tisti krivični natezajo lok, pušico svojo pokladajo na struno, da streljajo v temì na pravične v srci.

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

Ko se bodo celo stebri podirali, kaj naj počne pravični?

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

Gospod je v svetišči svetosti svoje, Gospod, katerega prestol je v nebesih, katerega oči vidijo, katerega trepalnice preiskujejo sinove človeške.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Gospod preiskuje pravičnega, krivičnega pa in siloljubnega sovraži srce njegovo.

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

Vsipal bode žarjavico nad krivične, ogenj in žveplo; in najviharnejši veter bode njih kupe delež.

7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.

Ker pravični Gospod ljubi, kar je pravično; pravičnega gleda obličje njegovo.