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”?

In the LORD put I my trust: how say all of you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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

For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.

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

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

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 temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids 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 tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.

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

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion 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 loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.