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”?

Unto the end. A Psalm of David. I trust in the Lord. How can you say to my soul, “Sojourn to the mountain, like 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 in the quiver, so as to shoot arrows in the dark at the upright of heart.

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

For they have destroyed the things that you have completed. But what has the just one 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. The Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyelids question the sons of men.

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

The Lord questions the just and the impious. Yet he who loves iniquity, 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 will rain down snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and windstorms will 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 just, and he has chosen justice. His countenance has beheld equity.