Salmos 11

BIBLIA	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Del maestro de coro. De David. En Yahveh me cobijo; ¿cómo decís a mi alma: «Huye, pájaro, a tu monte?	1 Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David.
2 «He aquí que los impíos tensan su arco, ajustan a la cuerda su saeta, para tirar en la sombra a los de recto corazón.	2 Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.
3 Si están en ruinas los cimientos, ¿que puede hacer el justo?»	3 They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.
4 Yahveh en su Templo santo, Yahveh, su trono está en los cielos; ven sus ojos el mundo, sus párpados exploran a los hijos de Adán.	4 May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.
5 Yahveh explora al justo y al impío; su alma odia a quien ama la violencia.	5 They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”
6 ¡Llueva sobre los impíos brasas y azufre, y un viento abrasador por porción de su copa!	6 Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.
7 Que es justo Yahveh y lo justo ama, los rectos contemplarán su rostro.	7 The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
	8 You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.
	9 The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.