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.