Psalms 11

To the Overcomer, A Psalm of David.

1 I put my trust in the Lord: how say ye 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 secretly shoot at the upright in heart.

3 The foundations shall be destroyed. What has the righteous done?

4 The Lord is in the temple of his holiness, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

5 The Lord tries the righteous, but the wicked and he that loves violence his soul hates.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, with winds of whirlwinds: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous Lord loves righteousness; his countenance beholds the upright.