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 him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?

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 loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.

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

For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?

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.

The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.

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

The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.

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

Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.

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

For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.