Salmos 11
Thi se, de gudløse spænder Buen, lægger Pilen til Rette på Strengen for i Mørke at ramme de oprigtige af Hjertet.
HERREN er i sin hellige Hal, i Himlen er HERRENs Trone; på Jorderig skuer hans Øjne ned, hans Blik ransager Menneskens Børn;
retfærdige og gudløse ransager HERREN; dem, der elsker Uret, hader hans Sjæl;
over gudløse sender han Regn af Gløder og Svovl, et Stormvejr er deres tilmålte Bæger.
Thi retfærdig er HERREN, han elsker at øve Retfærd, de oprigtige skuer hans Åsyn!
[To the chief Musician, {A Psalm} of David.] In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee {as} a bird to your mountain?
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. {privily: Heb. in darkness}
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
The LORD {is} in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne {is} in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: {this shall be} the portion of their cup. {an horrible...: or, a burning tempest}
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.