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. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the 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 see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

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

For if the foundations are ruined, 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.

Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

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

Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

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

He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

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

For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.