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?

1To the Overseer. --By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved <FI>to<Fi> Thy mountain for the bird?

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 tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

3When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous--what hath he done?

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

4`Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> in his holy temple: Jehovah--in the heavens <FI>is<Fi> His throne. His eyes see--His eyelids try the sons 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.

5Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

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

6He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind <FI>is<Fi> the portion of their cup.

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

7For righteous <FI>is<Fi> Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'