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?

לַמְנַצֵּחַ לְדָוִד בַּֽיהוָה ׀ חָסִיתִי אֵיךְ תֹּאמְרוּ לְנַפְשִׁי נודו נוּדִי הַרְכֶם צִפּֽוֹר׃

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.

כִּי הִנֵּה הָרְשָׁעִים יִדְרְכוּן קֶשֶׁת כּוֹנְנוּ חִצָּם עַל־יֶתֶר לִירוֹת בְּמוֹ־אֹפֶל לְיִשְׁרֵי־לֵֽב׃

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

כִּי הַשָּׁתוֹת יֵֽהָרֵסוּן צַדִּיק מַה־פָּעָֽל׃

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.

יְהוָה ׀ בְּֽהֵיכַל קָדְשׁוֹ יְהוָה בַּשָּׁמַיִם כִּסְאוֹ עֵינָיו יֶחֱזוּ עַפְעַפָּיו יִבְחֲנוּ בְּנֵי אָדָֽם׃

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

יְהוָה צַדִּיק יִבְחָן וְרָשָׁע וְאֹהֵב חָמָס שָֽׂנְאָה נַפְשֽׁוֹ׃

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

יַמְטֵר עַל־רְשָׁעִים פַּחִים אֵשׁ וְגָפְרִית וְרוּחַ זִלְעָפוֹת מְנָת כּוֹסָֽם׃

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

כִּֽי־צַדִּיק יְהוָה צְדָקוֹת אָהֵב יָשָׁר יֶחֱזוּ פָנֵֽימוֹ׃