Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. By David. In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

4 The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

5 The LORD examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulphur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

7 For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.