Psalms 11

1 “For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” In the LORD do I put my trust. Why say ye to me, “Flee, like a bird, to your mountain?

For the Leader. A Psalm of David. In the LORD have I taken refuge; how say ye to my soul: 'Flee thou! to your mountain, ye birds'?

2 For, lo! the wicked bend their bow; They make ready their arrows on the string, To shoot in secret at the upright in heart.

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they have made ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 If the pillars be broken down, What can the righteous do?”

When the foundations are destroyed, what hath the righteous wrought?

4 The LORD is in his holy palace; The LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids prove the children of men.

The LORD is in His holy temple, the LORD, His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous; But the wicked, and the lover of violence, his soul hateth.

The LORD trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence His soul hateth.

6 Upon the wicked he will rain lightning; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Upon the wicked He will cause to rain coals; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness; The upright shall see his face.

For the LORD is righteous, He loveth righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.