Psalm 11

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

2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.WEBFor, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

4The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.WEBYahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

5The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.WEBYahweh examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.WEBOn the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.WEBFor Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.