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”?

For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

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 behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

For they have pulled down what thou didst frame, but what has the righteous done?

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.

The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

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

The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

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

He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

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

For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.