Psalm 11

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1 In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?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.s3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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 trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.s7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

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.