Psalms 11

1 [For the Chief Musician. By David.] In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain."

For the chief music-maker. Of David. In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?

2 For, look, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart.

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

If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyes examine the descendants of Adam.

The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lord's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing the children of men.

5 The LORD examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who loves violence his soul hates.

The Lord puts the upright and the sinner to the test, but he has hate in his soul for the lover of violent acts.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

On the evil-doer he will send down fire and flames, and a burning wind; with these will their cup be full.

7 For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

For the Lord is upright; he is a lover of righteousness: the upright will see his face.