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?

Unto the end. A Psalm of David. I trust in the Lord. How can you say to my soul, “Sojourn to the mountain, like a sparrow.”

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 behold, the sinners have bent their bow. They have prepared their arrows in the quiver, so as to shoot arrows in the dark at the upright of heart.

3 For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

For they have destroyed the things that you have completed. But what has the just one done?

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.

The Lord is in his holy temple. The Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyelids question the sons of men.

5 The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

The Lord questions the just and the impious. Yet he who loves iniquity, hates his own soul.

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 down snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and windstorms will be the portion of their cup.

7 For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.

For the Lord is just, and he has chosen justice. His countenance has beheld equity.