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.”

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” In the LORD do I put my trust. Why say ye to me, “Flee, like 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 their bow; They make ready their arrows on the string, To shoot in secret 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 pillars be broken down, What can the righteous 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.

The LORD is in his holy palace; The LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids prove the children of men.

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

The LORD trieth the righteous; But the wicked, and the lover of violence, his soul hateth.

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

Upon the wicked he will rain lightning; Fire and brimstone and a 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 the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness; The upright shall see his face.