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 leader of the music. A psalm of David.” In the LORD do I put my trust. Why say ye to me, “Flee, like 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 their bow; They make ready their arrows on the string, To shoot in secret at the upright in heart.

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

If the pillars be broken down, What can the righteous 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.

The LORD is in his holy palace; The LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids prove the children of men.

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

The LORD trieth the righteous; But the wicked, and the lover of violence, his soul hateth.

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

Upon the wicked he will rain lightning; Fire and brimstone and a 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 the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness; The upright shall see his face.