Psalm 11

1 In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain;

2 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 be destroyed, What can the righteous do?

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

7 For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.

Psalm 11

For the music director; by David.

1 In the Lord I have taken shelter.
How can you say to me,
“Flee to a mountain like a bird!

2 For look, the wicked prepare their bows,
they put their arrows on the strings,
to shoot in the darkness at the morally upright.

3 When the foundations are destroyed,
what can the godly accomplish?”

4 The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord’s throne is in heaven.
His eyes watch;
his eyes examine all people.

5 The Lord approves of the godly,
but he hates the wicked and those who love to do violence.

6 May the Lord rain down burning coals and brimstone on the wicked!
A whirlwind is what they deserve!

7 Certainly the Lord is just;
he rewards godly deeds;
the upright will experience his favor.