Psalms 11

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

For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

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

For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations are destroyed, 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 temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

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

The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

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

On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

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

For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.