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 leader of the music. A psalm of David.” In the LORD do I put my trust. Why say ye 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, lo! the wicked bend their bow; They make ready their arrows on the string, To shoot in secret at the upright in heart.

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

If the pillars be broken down, 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 palace; The LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids prove 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.

The LORD trieth the righteous; But the wicked, and the lover of 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 lightning; Fire and brimstone and a 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 the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness; The upright shall see his face.