Psalms 11

1 For the chief music-maker. Of David. In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?

In Jehovah I take refuge. How will ye say to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain.

2 See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart.

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow. They make ready their arrow upon the string that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do?

If the foundations be destroyed, what can a righteous man do?

4 The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lord's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing the children of men.

Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

5 The Lord puts the upright and the sinner to the test, but he has hate in his soul for the lover of violent acts.

Jehovah tries the righteous man, but his soul hates the wicked man and him who loves violence.

6 On the evil-doer he will send down fire and flames, and a burning wind; with these will their cup be full.

He will rain snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the Lord is upright; he is a lover of righteousness: the upright will see his face.

For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright man shall behold his face.