Psalms 11

1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

“To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

2 For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

3 When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?

For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

4 Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

5 Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

7 For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.

For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.