Psalms 11

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

In Yhwh put I my trust: how say ye 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, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily 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 YHWH is in his holy temple. YHWH is on his throne in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyes examine the descendants of Adam.

Yhwh is in his holy temple, Yhwh's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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

Yhwh trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

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

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

For the righteous Yhwh loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.