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?

To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye 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 behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous 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 the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, — his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

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

Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

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

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.