Psalms 10

1Unto the end. A psalm to David.

In finem. Psalmus David.

2In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain, like a sparrow.

In Domino confido; quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

3For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow: they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum; paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde:

4For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit?

5The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

6The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity, hateth his own soul.

Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

7He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone, and storms of winds, shall be the portion of their cup.

Pluet super peccatores laqueos; ignis et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum, pars calicis eorum.

8For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.