Psalms 11

1 To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

TO THE OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain [as] the bird?”

2 For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.

For behold, the wicked bend a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he done?

4 Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, — his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

7 For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.

For YHWH [is] righteous, He has loved righteousness, His countenance sees the upright!