Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

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?

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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.

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

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

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

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

5 Yahweh examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

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

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

7 For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

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