Psalms 11

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

For the Leader. A Psalm of David. In the LORD have I taken refuge; how say ye to my soul: 'Flee thou! to your mountain, ye birds'?

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, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they have made ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, what hath the righteous wrought?

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, His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men.

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

The LORD trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence His soul hateth.

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

Upon the wicked He will cause to rain coals; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the LORD is righteous, He loveth righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.