Psalms 11

In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

عَلَى الرَّبِّ تَوَكَّلْتُ. كَيْفَ تَقُولُونَ لِنَفْسِي: «اهْرُبُوا إِلَى جِبَالِكُمْ كَعُصْفُورٍ؟

For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

لأَنَّهُ هُوَذَا الأَشْرَارُ يَمُدُّونَ الْقَوْسَ. فَوَّقُوا السَّهْمَ فِي الْوَتَرِ لِيَرْمُوا فِي الدُّجَى مُسْتَقِيمِي الْقُلُوبِ.

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

إِذَا انْقَلَبَتِ الأَعْمِدَةُ، فَالصِّدِّيقُ مَاذَا يَفْعَلُ؟ »

The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

اَلرَّبُّ فِي هَيْكَلِ قُدْسِهِ. الرَّبُّ فِي السَّمَاءِ كُرْسِيُّهُ. عَيْنَاهُ تَنْظُرَانِ. أَجْفَانُهُ تَمْتَحِنُ بَنِي آدَمَ.

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

الرَّبُّ يَمْتَحِنُ الْصِّدِّيقَ، أَمَّا الشِّرِّيرُ وَمُحِبُّ الظُّلْمِفَتُبْغِضُهُ نَفْسُهُ.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

يُمْطِرُ عَلَى الأَشْرَارِ فِخَاخًا، نَارًا وَكِبْرِيتًا، وَرِيحَ السَّمُومِ نَصِيبَ كَأْسِهِمْ.

For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ عَادِلٌ وَيُحِبُّ الْعَدْلَ. الْمُسْتَقِيمُ يُبْصِرُ وَجْهَهُ.