Dee 11 Psalm

To daen haupt Musikaunt, a Psalm fonn Doft.

Ekj socht Tooflucht enn däm Herr Gott - woo kaunst du to miene Seel saje: "Flijcht no dien Boajch soo aus en Foagel."

Dan see! dee Beese traumple dän Boage; dee moake äare Fiele reed aum Baunt, doamet no dee Opprajchte to scheete.

Wan dee Grunntloag fenijcht woare, waut kjenne dee Jerajchte doone?

Dee Herr Gott es enn sien heilja Tempel; dee Herr Gott, sien Troon es enne Himels; siene Uage seene; siene Uagalette woare dee Mensche Säns unjaseakje.

Dee Herr Gott prooft dee Jerjachte ut, oba siene Seel haust dee Beese, un däm dee Jewault leef haft.

Hee woat Schlenj opp dee Beese räajne; Fia en Schwäweblit un en heeta Wint saul dän äa Deel senne.

Dan dee Herr Gott is Jerajcht; hee haft jerajchte Woakje leef, dee Opprajchte seene sien Jesejcht.

Psalm 11

For the director of music. Of David.

In the Lord I take refuge.(A)
    How then can you say to me:
    “Flee(B) like a bird to your mountain.(C)
For look, the wicked bend their bows;(D)
    they set their arrows(E) against the strings
to shoot from the shadows(F)
    at the upright in heart.(G)
When the foundations(H) are being destroyed,
    what can the righteous do?”

The Lord is in his holy temple;(I)
    the Lord is on his heavenly throne.(J)
He observes everyone on earth;(K)
    his eyes examine(L) them.
The Lord examines the righteous,(M)
    but the wicked, those who love violence,
    he hates with a passion.(N)
On the wicked he will rain
    fiery coals and burning sulfur;(O)
    a scorching wind(P) will be their lot.

For the Lord is righteous,(Q)
    he loves justice;(R)
    the upright(S) will see his face.(T)

11 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.

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.

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