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?

For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

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.

Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

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

When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

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 Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

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

The Lord examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

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

He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

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

The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.