11:1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In the LORD I have taken refuge; how then can you say to me, "Flee like a bird to your mountain"? |
11:2 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. |
11:3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do? |
11:4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD'S throne is in heaven. His eyes behold; His searching gaze tests the children of men. |
11:5 The LORD tries the righteous, but His soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence. |
11:6 Upon the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup, |
11:7 For the LORD is righteous, He loves righteousness; the upright will behold His face. |