Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

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?

2 For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

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.

3 For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

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

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

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.

5 The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

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

6 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

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

7 For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

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