Psalms 11

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

I LIKI Ieowa, a menda komail indan nen i: Piridalan pon omail nana dueta manpir amen?

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.

Pwe kilan, me doo jan Kot akan kaonopadar kajik katieu o pwilikidi ar kanan en kajik katieu pon jal o, pwen rir kajikiedi me melel ni monion arail.

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

Pwe ma ur akan ronk pajan, da me aramaj pun en wiada?

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

Ieowa kotikot nan tanpaj a jaraui, mol en Ieowa mimi nanlan, jilan i kin mamajani jili, kil en jilan i kin jojon aramaj akan.

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

Ieowa kotin jon me pun, ap kotin tataki me japun o morjued.

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

A pan kotin kamoredi on me doo jan Kot akan liol, o kijiniai, o jwepel, o a pan katine kin irail melimel.

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

Ieowa me pun o a kotin pok on me pun. Jilan i ireron on me melel o.