Psalms 11

1 In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

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

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

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.

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

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

4 Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, — his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

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

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

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

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

7 For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.

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