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;

For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

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:

For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous 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.

The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine 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.

The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

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

On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

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

For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.