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 chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the 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 see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

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

For if the foundations are ruined, 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.

Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

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

Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

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

He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

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

For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.