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”?

For the Chief Musician. By David. In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say 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, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations are 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 is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine 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 examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

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

On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind 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 LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.