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."

To the Chief Musician. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

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.

For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

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

When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, 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.

Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.

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

Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

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

He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.