Psalms 11

1 To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

In Jehovah I take refuge. How will ye 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 privily shoot at the upright in heart.

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow. They make ready their arrow upon the string 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 be destroyed, what can a righteous man 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.

Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

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

Jehovah tries the righteous man, but his soul hates the wicked man 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.

He will rain snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright man shall behold his face.