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?

For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye 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 the righteous 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, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children 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 trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

Upon the wicked he will rain snares; 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 loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.