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”?

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.

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

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

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

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

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