Psalms 11

1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David. In the LORD have I taken refuge; how say ye to my soul: 'Flee thou! to your mountain, ye birds'?

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, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they have made ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright 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 When the foundations are destroyed, what hath the righteous wrought?

When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?

4 The LORD is in His holy temple, the LORD, His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids 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 trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence His soul hateth.

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

6 Upon the wicked He will cause to rain coals; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion 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 LORD is righteous, He loveth righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.

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