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Psalms 11
Louis Segond 1910 · Berean Standard Bible
Au chef des chantres. De David.
For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!
Car voici, les méchants bandent l’arc,
For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.
Quand les fondements sont renversés,
If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”
L’Éternel est dans son saint temple,
The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.
L’Éternel sonde le juste;
The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.
Il fait pleuvoir sur les méchants
On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.
Car l’Éternel est juste, il aime la justice;
For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.