Psalms 11

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

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?

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.

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.

3 For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to 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's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing the children of men.

5 The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

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

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

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

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

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