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 Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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 bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous 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 holy temple, the LORD, his throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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

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

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

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and burning wind 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 righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.