Psalm 11

The Lord Is in His Holy Temple

To the choirmaster. Of David.

1  In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
"Flee like a bird to your mountain,
2  for behold, the wicked bend the bow;
they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
3  if the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?"t

4  The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord's throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
5  The Lord tests the righteous,
but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6  Let him rain coals on the wicked;
fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7  For the Lord is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds;
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.