Psalms 11

1 “To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

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 arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark 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 For [if] the foundations be torn down, 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 hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, 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 proveth 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 He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is 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 righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.

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