Psalm 11:title–12:8

The Lord Is in His Holy Temple

11 To the choirmaster. Of David.

1  In the Lord I take refuge;

how can you say to my soul,

zFlee like a bird to your mountain,

2  for behold, the wicked abend the bow;

bthey have fitted their arrow to the string

to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;

3  if cthe foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?1

4  dThe Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord’s ethrone is in heaven;

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

5  The Lord gtests the righteous,

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

6  Let him rain coals on the wicked;

ifire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be jthe portion of their cup.

7  For the Lord is righteous;

he kloves righteous deeds;

lthe upright shall behold his face.

The Faithful Have Vanished

12 To the choirmaster: according to The Sheminith.1 A Psalm of David.

1  Save, O Lord, for mthe godly one is gone;

for the faithful have vanished from among the children of man.

2  Everyone nutters lies to his neighbor;

with oflattering lips and pa double heart they speak.

3  May the Lord cut off all oflattering lips,

the tongue that makes qgreat boasts,

4  those who say, “With our tongue we will prevail,

our lips are with us; who is master over us?”

5  “Because rthe poor are plundered, because the needy groan,

sI will now arise,” says the Lord;

“I will place him in the tsafety for which he longs.”

6  uThe words of the Lord are pure words,

like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,

purified seven times.

7  You, O Lord, will keep them;

you will guard us2 from this generation forever.

8  On every side the wicked prowl,

as vileness is exalted among the children of man.