Psalms 11

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

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

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.

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

3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous 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 throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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

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

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

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

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

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