Psalms 11

To the chief musician, a psalm of David

In the LORD I put

my trust.

How can you say to my soul,

“Flee like a bird

to your mountain?

2 For, look, the wicked bend

their bow.

They make ready their arrow

on the string,

so that they can secretly shoot

at the upright in heart”.

3 If the foundations

are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?

4 The LORD is in his

holy temple.

The LORD’s throne is

in heaven.

His eyes see, his eyelids test

the children of men.

5 The LORD tests the righteous;

but his soul hates the wicked

and the one who loves

violence.

6 On the wicked he will

rain snares,

fire and brimstone,

and a fiery tempest.

This will be the portion

of their cup.

7 For the righteous LORD loves

righteousness.

His countenance sees

the upright.