Psalms 11

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

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

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

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