Psalms 11

1 “To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a 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 bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark 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 For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

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

5 The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

6 He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing 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 the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.

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