Psalms 11

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

For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

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.

Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

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

When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right 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 Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

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

The Lord examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

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

He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

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

The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.