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?

TO THE OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain [as] the bird?”

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 wicked bend a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he 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.

YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

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

YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

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

He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

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

For YHWH [is] righteous, He has loved righteousness, His countenance sees the upright!