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?

To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD I put 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 [their] bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot 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'S 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 a horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.

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

For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.