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. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

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 wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person 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 in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

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

The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates.

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

On the wicked he rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

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

For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.