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?

For the Leader. A Psalm of David. In the LORD have I taken refuge; how say ye to my soul: 'Flee thou! to your mountain, ye birds'?

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 have made 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?

When the foundations are destroyed, what hath the righteous wrought?

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, His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men.

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

The LORD trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence His soul hateth.

6 He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

Upon the wicked He will cause to rain coals; 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 the LORD is righteous, He loveth righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.