Psalms 11

1 For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

2 Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

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

3 When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

4 The Lord is in his Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, — his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

5 The Lord examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

6 He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.

For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.