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?

לַמְנַצֵּחַ לְדָוִד בַּֽיהֹוָה ׀ חָסִיתִי אֵיךְ תֹּאמְרוּ לְנַפְשִׁי (נודו) [נוּדִי] הַרְכֶם צִפּֽוֹר׃

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.

כִּי הִנֵּה הָרְשָׁעִים יִדְרְכוּן קֶשֶׁת כּוֹנְנוּ חִצָּם עַל־יֶתֶר לִירוֹת בְּמוֹ־אֹפֶל לְיִשְׁרֵי־לֵֽב׃

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

כִּי הַשָּׁתוֹת יֵהָרֵסוּן צַדִּיק מַה־פָּעָֽל׃

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.

יְהֹוָה ׀ בְּֽהֵיכַל קׇדְשׁוֹ יְהֹוָה בַּשָּׁמַיִם כִּסְאוֹ עֵינָיו יֶחֱזוּ עַפְעַפָּיו יִבְחֲנוּ בְּנֵי אָדָֽם׃

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

יְהֹוָה צַדִּיק יִבְחָן וְרָשָׁע וְאֹהֵב חָמָס שָֽׂנְאָה נַפְשֽׁוֹ׃

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

יַמְטֵר עַל־רְשָׁעִים פַּחִים אֵשׁ וְגׇפְרִית וְרוּחַ זִלְעָפוֹת מְנָת כּוֹסָֽם׃

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

כִּֽי־צַדִּיק יְהֹוָה צְדָקוֹת אָהֵב יָשָׁר יֶחֱזוּ פָנֵֽימוֹ׃