Psalms 11

1 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”?

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

2 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.

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 are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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

4 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.

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

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

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

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

7 For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

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