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”?

To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD I put my trust: how say ye 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 lo, the wicked bend [their] bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations be 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'S 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 shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.

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

For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.