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!

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.

3 If the foundations are 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.

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

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

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