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 Leader. A Psalm of David. In the LORD have I taken refuge; how say ye to my soul: 'Flee thou! to your mountain, ye birds'?

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.

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they have made ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 For they have destroyed the things that you have completed. But what has the just one done?

When the foundations are destroyed, what hath the righteous wrought?

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, His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men.

5 The Lord questions the just and the impious. Yet he who loves iniquity, hates his own soul.

The LORD trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence His soul hateth.

6 He will rain down snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and windstorms will be the portion of their cup.

Upon the wicked He will cause to rain coals; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the Lord is just, and he has chosen justice. His countenance has beheld equity.

For the LORD is righteous, He loveth righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.