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 end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as 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 behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

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

For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous 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, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

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

The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates 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 upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [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, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.