Psalms 11

1 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”?

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;

2 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.

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:

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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