Psalms 11

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of Dawid.

1 In יהוה put I my trust; how say you to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

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

4 יהוה is in His holy temple, יהוה’s throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the children of men.

5 יהוה proves 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 a horrible tempest; this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous יהוה loveth righteousness; His countenance doth behold the upright.