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 choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like 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 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 bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do?

If the foundations are 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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