Salmos 11

1 «To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David.» In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.

3 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 Lorde will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous Lorde loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.