Psalms 11

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

[For the Chief Musician. By David.] In YHWH, I take refuge. How can you say 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, look, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness 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.

YHWH is in his holy temple. YHWH is on his throne in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyes examine the descendants of Adam.

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

YHWH examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who 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.

On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For YHWH is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.