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 leader. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

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.

“See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person 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 in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

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

The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he 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 rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

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

For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.