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?

To the Chief Musician. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

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 lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

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

When the pillars are overthrown, What could, 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.

Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test 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.

Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

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 upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.