Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain;

For the leader. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

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;

‘See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?

In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person do?’

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

The Lord in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates.

6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

On the wicked he rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

7 For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.

For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.