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 of the music. A psalm of David.” In the LORD do I put my trust. Why say ye to me, “Flee, like 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 arrows on the string, To shoot in secret at the upright in heart.

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

If the pillars be broken down, 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 palace; The LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids prove 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 the lover of 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 rain lightning; Fire and brimstone and a 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 see his face.