Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

(Til sangmesteren. Af David.) Jeg tager min Tilflugt til HERREN! Hvor kan I sige til min Sjæl: "Fly som en Fugl til Bjergene!

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Thi se, de gudløse spænder Buen, lægger Pilen til Rette på Strengen for i Mørke at ramme de oprigtige af Hjertet.

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

Når selv Grundpillerne styrter, hvad gør den retfærdige da?"

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

HERREN er i sin hellige Hal, i Himlen er HERRENs Trone; på Jorderig skuer hans Øjne ned, hans Blik ransager Menneskens Børn;

5 Yahweh examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

retfærdige og gudløse ransager HERREN; dem, der elsker Uret, hader hans Sjæl;

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

over gudløse sender han Regn af Gløder og Svovl, et Stormvejr er deres tilmålte Bæger.

7 For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

Thi retfærdig er HERREN, han elsker at øve Retfærd, de oprigtige skuer hans Åsyn!