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 Yhwh put I 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, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations be destroyed, what can 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.

Yhwh is in his holy temple, Yhwh's throne is in heaven: 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.

Yhwh trieth the righteous: 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 an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the righteous Yhwh loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.