Psalms 11

1 For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

2 For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

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

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.