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;

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

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

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

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.

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

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

6 He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are 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 righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.

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