Psalms 11

1 For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

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 For behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at 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 For they have pulled down what thou didst frame, but what has the righteous done?

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons 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 tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

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

6 He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

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

7 For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.

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