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”?

Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

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, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

3 For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

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’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids 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 trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

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

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

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

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.