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. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

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 lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

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

When the pillars are overthrown, What could, 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.

Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.

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

Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

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

He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.