Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A Psalm of David. I trust in the Lord. How can you say to my soul, “Sojourn to the mountain, like a sparrow.”

In Jehovah I take refuge. How will ye say to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain.

2 For behold, the sinners have bent their bow. They have prepared their arrows in the quiver, so as to shoot arrows in the dark at the upright of heart.

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow. They make ready their arrow upon the string that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 For they have destroyed the things that you have completed. But what has the just one done?

If the foundations be destroyed, what can a righteous man do?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple. The Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look upon the poor. His eyelids question the sons of men.

Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah's throne is in heaven. His eyes, behold, his eyelids try, the sons of men.

5 The Lord questions the just and the impious. Yet he who loves iniquity, hates his own soul.

Jehovah tries the righteous man, but his soul hates the wicked man and him who loves violence.

6 He will rain down snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and windstorms will be the portion of their cup.

He will rain snares upon sinners. Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the Lord is just, and he has chosen justice. His countenance has beheld equity.

For Jehovah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright man shall behold his face.