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!

In Yhwh put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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 their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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.

Yhwh is in his holy temple, Yhwh's 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.

Yhwh 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 shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the righteous Yhwh loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.