Psalm 11:title–7

To the choirmaster. Of David.

In the Lord I take refuge;

how can you say to my soul,

Flee like a bird to your mountain,

for behold, the wicked bend the bow;

they have fitted their arrow to the string

to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;

if the foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?

The Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord’s throne is in heaven;

his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.

The Lord tests the righteous,

but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.

Let him rain coals on the wicked;

fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

For the Lord is righteous;

he loves righteous deeds;

the upright shall behold his face.

For the director of music. Of David.

In the Lord I take refuge.

How then can you say to me:

“Flee like a bird to your mountain.

For look, the wicked bend their bows;

they set their arrows against the strings

to shoot from the shadows

at the upright in heart.

When the foundations are being destroyed,

what can the righteous do?”

The Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord is on his heavenly throne.

He observes everyone on earth;

his eyes examine them.

The Lord examines the righteous,

but the wicked, those who love violence,

he hates with a passion.

On the wicked he will rain

fiery coals and burning sulfur;

a scorching wind will be their lot.

For the Lord is righteous,

he loves justice;

the upright will see his face.

For the choir director. Of David.

I have taken refuge in the Lord.

How can you say to me,

“Escape to the mountains like a bird!

For look, the wicked string bows;

they put their arrows on bowstrings

to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

When the foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?”

The Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord—his throne is in heaven.

His eyes watch; his gaze examines everyone.

The Lord examines the righteous, but he hates the wicked

and those who love violence.

Let him rain burning coals and sulfur on the wicked;

let a scorching wind be the portion in their cup.

For the Lord is righteous; he loves righteous deeds.

The upright will see his face.

For the choir director: A psalm of David.

I trust in the Lord for protection.

So why do you say to me,

“Fly like a bird to the mountains for safety!

The wicked are stringing their bows

and fitting their arrows on the bowstrings.

They shoot from the shadows

at those whose hearts are right.

The foundations of law and order have collapsed.

What can the righteous do?”

But the Lord is in his holy Temple;

the Lord still rules from heaven.

He watches everyone closely,

examining every person on earth.

The Lord examines both the righteous and the wicked.

He hates those who love violence.

He will rain down blazing coals and burning sulfur on the wicked,

punishing them with scorching winds.

For the righteous Lord loves justice.

The virtuous will see his face.

For the music director. Of David.

In Yahweh I have taken refuge;

how can you say to my soul,

“Flee to your mountain like a bird”?

For look: The wicked string the bow.

They have fitted their arrow to the string,

to shoot from the darkness

at the upright of heart.

When the foundations are destroyed

what can the righteous do?

Yahweh is in his holy temple;

Yahweh is in the heavens on his throne.

His eyelids see;

they test the children of humankind.

Yahweh tests the righteous,

but the wicked and the lover of violence

his soul hates.

He will rain coals on the wicked.

Burning sulfur and scorching wind

will be the portion of their cup.

For Yahweh is righteous;

he loves righteous deeds.

The upright shall see his face.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

In the Lord put I my trust:

How say ye to my soul,

Flee as a bird to your mountain?

For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,

They make ready their arrow upon the string,

That they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

If the foundations be destroyed,

What can the righteous do?

The Lord is in his holy temple,

The Lord’s throne is in heaven:

His eyes behold,

His eyelids try, the children of men.

The Lord trieth the righteous:

But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,

And an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness;

His countenance doth behold the upright.