Psalms 11

1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

2 For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of 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 For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons 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 just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

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

6 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds 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 Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

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