Psalms 11

1 To the Overseer. — By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird?

Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

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

For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

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

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

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

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

5 Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

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

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.