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?

Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

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, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

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

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

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 throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids 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 trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

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

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.