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 Chief Musician. By David. In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as 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 arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness 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 throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children 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 examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves 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 blazing coals; fire, sulphur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.