Psalms 11

1 For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

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 Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

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 When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

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

4 The Lord is in his Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

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 examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

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

6 He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

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

7 The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.

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