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?

To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

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 [their] bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

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

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

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’s 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 shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.

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

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