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!

For the Leader. A Psalm of David. In the LORD have I taken refuge; how say ye to my soul: 'Flee thou! to your mountain, ye birds'?

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 bend the bow, they have made ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, what hath the righteous wrought?

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, His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men.

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

The LORD trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence His soul hateth.

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

Upon the wicked He will cause to rain coals; fire and brimstone and burning wind 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 righteous, He loveth righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.