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, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

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 arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

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

For [if] the foundations be torn down, 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 hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

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

The Lord proveth 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.

He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.