Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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?

2 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.

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.

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

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD, his throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

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

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.