Psalms 11

1 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?

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 wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot 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 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children 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 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be 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 the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.

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