Salmos 11

1 To the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. I put my trust in the LORD; how can you say to me, Flee [like] a bird to the mountains;

2 for lo, the wicked bend [their] bow; they make ready their arrow on the string, so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations are 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 examine the children of men.

5 The LORD tries the righteous; but His soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence,

6 On the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and a horrible tempest [shall be] the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; His face looks on the upright.