Psalms 11

1 For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

1 عَلَى ٱلرَّبِّ تَوَكَّلْتُ. كَيْفَ تَقُولُونَ لِنَفْسِي: «ٱهْرُبُوا إِلَى جِبَالِكُمْ كَعُصْفُورٍ؟

2 For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

2 لِأَنَّهُ هُوَذَا ٱلْأَشْرَارُ يَمُدُّونَ ٱلْقَوْسَ. فَوَّقُوا ٱلسَّهْمَ فِي ٱلْوَتَرِ لِيَرْمُوا فِي ٱلدُّجَى مُسْتَقِيمِي ٱلْقُلُوبِ.

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

3 إِذَا ٱنْقَلَبَتِ ٱلْأَعْمِدَةُ، فَٱلصِّدِّيقُ مَاذَا يَفْعَلُ؟»

4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

4 اَلرَّبُّ فِي هَيْكَلِ قُدْسِهِ. ٱلرَّبُّ فِي ٱلسَّمَاءِ كُرْسِيُّهُ. عَيْنَاهُ تَنْظُرَانِ. أَجْفَانُهُ تَمْتَحِنُ بَنِي آدَمَ.

5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

5 ٱلرَّبُّ يَمْتَحِنُ ٱلْصِّدِّيقَ، أَمَّا ٱلشِّرِّيرُ وَمُحِبُّ ٱلظُّلْمِ فَتُبْغِضُهُ نَفْسُهُ.

6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

6 يُمْطِرُ عَلَى ٱلْأَشْرَارِ فِخَاخًا، نَارًا وَكِبْرِيتًا، وَرِيحَ ٱلسَّمُومِ نَصِيبَ كَأْسِهِمْ.

7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.

7 لِأَنَّ ٱلرَّبَّ عَادِلٌ وَيُحِبُّ ٱلْعَدْلَ. ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمُ يُبْصِرُ وَجْهَهُ.