The Psalms

Psalm 11

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

 ^11:1In Jehovah do I take refuge:

 How say ye to my soul,

 Flee as a bird to your mountain;

 ^11:2For, 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;

 ^11:3If the foundations be destroyed,

 What can the righteous do?

 ^11:4Jehovah is in his holy temple;

 Jehovah, his throne is in heaven;

 His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

 ^11:5Jehovah trieth the righteous;

 But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

 ^11:6Upon the wicked he will rain snares;

 Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

 ^11:7For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness:

 The upright shall behold his face.