Psalms 11

1 In Jehovah I take refuge. How will ye say to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain.

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!

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow. They make ready their arrow upon the string that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can a righteous man do?

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

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.

5 Jehovah tries the righteous man, but his soul hates the wicked man and him who loves violence.

The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

6 He will rain snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

7 For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright man shall behold his face.

For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.