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. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

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.

“See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person 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 in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

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

The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates.

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

On the wicked he rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

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

For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.