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?

To the Overseer. — By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird?

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 tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To 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, The righteous — what hath he 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.

'Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah — in the heavens [is] His throne. His eyes see — 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 the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

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

He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'