Psalms 11

1 In Jehovah I take refuge. How will ye 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.

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

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, 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.

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

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