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 the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

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 arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

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

For [if] the foundations be torn down, 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 hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, 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 proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is 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 righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.