Psalms 11

1 In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?

1In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

2See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart.

2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

3If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do?

3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lord's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing the children of men.

4The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

5The Lord puts the upright and the sinner to the test, but he has hate in his soul for the lover of violent acts.

5The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6On the evil-doer he will send down fire and flames, and a burning wind; with these will their cup be full.

6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7For the Lord is upright; he is a lover of righteousness: the upright will see his face.

7For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.