Psalms 11

1 For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

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

2 For behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

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

3 For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

Quoniam quæ perfecisti, destruxerunt: iustus autem quid fecit?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons 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 tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

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

6 He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

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

7 For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.

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