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 the LORD, 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, behold, 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.

The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

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

The LORD examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

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, sulphur, 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 the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.