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 Chief Musician. By David. In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as 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 arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness 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 throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

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

The LORD examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves 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 blazing coals; fire, sulphur, and scorching 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 loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.