Psalms 11

1 For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

1 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 arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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

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

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

4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

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

5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

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

6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.

7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.