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 Leader. A Psalm of David. In the LORD have I taken refuge; how say ye to my soul: 'Flee thou! to your mountain, ye birds'?

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 bend the bow, they have made ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, what hath the righteous wrought?

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, His throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men.

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

The LORD trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence His soul hateth.

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

Upon the wicked He will cause to rain coals; fire and brimstone and burning wind 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 righteous, He loveth righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.