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."

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.

3 If the foundations are 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.

5 YHWH examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who 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.

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