Salmos 11

1 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Yahweh I take refuge: How do you{+} say to my soul, Flee to your{+} mountain, birds;

2 For, look, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow on the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

3 If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple; Yahweh, his throne is in heaven; His eyes look at, his eyelids try, the sons of man.

5 Yahweh tries the righteous; But the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.

6 On the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.

7 For Yahweh is righteous; he loves righteousness: The upright will see his face.