Psalms 11

1 For 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?

For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

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

For behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

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

For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

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

The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.

For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.