Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. By David. In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

For the leader. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

‘See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person do?’

4 The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

The Lord in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.

5 The LORD examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulphur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

On the wicked he rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.

7 For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.