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 Chief Musician. By David.] In YHWH, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as 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, look, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness 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.

YHWH is in his holy temple. YHWH is on his throne in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyes examine the descendants of Adam.

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

YHWH examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who loves violence his soul hates.

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 blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

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