Psalms 11

1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

2 For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

For behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For privily at the upright in heart.

3 When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?

For they have pulled down what thou didst frame, but what has the righteous done?

4 Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.

The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

5 Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

6 He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

7 For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.

For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.