Psalms 11

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

In the LORD put I my trust: how say all of you to my soul, Flee as 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, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations be 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's 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 tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.

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

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.