Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David. I trust in the Lord. How can you say to my soul, “Sojourn to the mountain, like 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 in the quiver, so as to shoot arrows in the dark at the upright of 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 destroyed the things that you have completed. But what has the just one done?

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

4 The Lord is in his holy temple. The Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyelids question 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 questions the just and the impious. Yet he who loves iniquity, 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 will rain down snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and windstorms will 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 just, and he has chosen justice. His countenance has beheld equity.

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