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!

To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD 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.

The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD’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.

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 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 LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.