Psalms 11

1 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?

TO THE OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain [as] the bird?”

2 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.

For behold, the wicked bend a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what has he done?

4 The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is] in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

YHWH [is] in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne [is] in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, His soul has hated,

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.

He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup.

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

For YHWH [is] righteous, He has loved righteousness, His countenance sees the upright!