< 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?
For the chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountain”?
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 see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?
For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?
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.
Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.
5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.
Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!
7 For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.
For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.

< Psalms 11 >