Psalms 11

1 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?

In Jehovah I take refuge. How will ye say to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain.

2 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.

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

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

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

4 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.

Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

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

Jehovah tries the righteous man, but his soul hates the wicked man and him who loves violence.

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

He will rain snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright man shall behold his face.