Psalms 11

1 In Yhwh put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

To the Overseer. — By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird?

2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous — what hath he done?

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

'Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah — in the heavens [is] His throne. His eyes see — His eyelids try the sons of men.

5 Yhwh trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

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

He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous Yhwh loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'