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 OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain [as] the 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 behold, the wicked bend a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he 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.

YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

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

YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

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

He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

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

For YHWH [is] righteous, He has loved righteousness, His countenance sees the upright!