Psalms 11

1 For the leader. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

To the Chief Musician. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

2 “See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

3 In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person do?”

When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?

4 The Lord in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.

5 The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates.

Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

6 On the wicked he rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

7 For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.

For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.