Psalms 11

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

In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your 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.

For, see, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow on the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah 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 throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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

The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.

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

On the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.