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 David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

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.

“See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person 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 in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

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

The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he 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 rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

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

For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.