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?

Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

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 have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

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

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

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’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

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

The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

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

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.