Salmos 11

1 I put my trust in the LORD put I: 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.: