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 leader. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

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:

“See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set 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?

In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person 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 in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

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

The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates.

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 rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

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

For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.