Psalms 11

1 For the chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountain”?

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 see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings 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 For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

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 examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

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

6 He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

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

7 For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.

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