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?

[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 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, look, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, 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 are 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.

The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyes examine the descendants of Adam.

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

The LORD examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who loves violence his soul hates.

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

On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.