Psalms 11

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

To the Overseer. — By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird?

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 tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous — what hath he done?

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

'Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah — in the heavens [is] His throne. His eyes see — 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.

Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

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

He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'