Psalms 11

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?

1 In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Fleeasa bird to your mountain;

2For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

2For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

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

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

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.

4Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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

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

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

6Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

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

7For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.