Psalms 11

1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” In the LORD do I put my trust. Why say ye to me, “Flee, like a bird, to your mountain?

2 For, see, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow on the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.

For, lo! the wicked bend their bow; They make ready their arrows on the string, To shoot in secret at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

If the pillars be broken down, What can the righteous do?”

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

The LORD is in his holy palace; The LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids prove the children of men.

5 The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.

The LORD trieth the righteous; But the wicked, and the lover of violence, his soul hateth.

6 On the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

Upon the wicked he will rain lightning; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.

For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness; The upright shall see his face.