Psalms 11

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

For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

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 sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

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

For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

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, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons 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 and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

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

He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [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, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.