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?

לַמְנַצֵּחַ לְדָוִד בַּֽיהוָה ׀ חָסִיתִי אֵיךְ תֹּאמְרוּ לְנַפְשִׁי נודו נוּדִי הַרְכֶם צִפּֽוֹר׃

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.

כִּי הִנֵּה הָרְשָׁעִים יִדְרְכוּן קֶשֶׁת כּוֹנְנוּ חִצָּם עַל־יֶתֶר לִירוֹת בְּמוֹ־אֹפֶל לְיִשְׁרֵי־לֵֽב׃

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

כִּי הַשָּׁתוֹת יֵֽהָרֵסוּן צַדִּיק מַה־פָּעָֽל׃

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.

יְהוָה ׀ בְּֽהֵיכַל קָדְשׁוֹ יְהוָה בַּשָּׁמַיִם כִּסְאוֹ עֵינָיו יֶחֱזוּ עַפְעַפָּיו יִבְחֲנוּ בְּנֵי אָדָֽם׃

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

יְהוָה צַדִּיק יִבְחָן וְרָשָׁע וְאֹהֵב חָמָס שָֽׂנְאָה נַפְשֽׁוֹ׃

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

יַמְטֵר עַל־רְשָׁעִים פַּחִים אֵשׁ וְגָפְרִית וְרוּחַ זִלְעָפוֹת מְנָת כּוֹסָֽם׃

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

כִּֽי־צַדִּיק יְהוָה צְדָקוֹת אָהֵב יָשָׁר יֶחֱזוּ פָנֵֽימוֹ׃