Psalm 11–12

The Lord Is in His Holy Temple

11To the choirmaster. Of David.

¹In the Lord I take refuge;

how can you say to my soul,

^zFlee like a bird to your mountain,

²for behold, the wicked ^abend the bow;

^bthey have fitted their arrow to the string

to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;

³if ^cthe foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?¹

^4dThe Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord’s ^ethrone is in heaven;

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

⁵The Lord ^gtests the righteous,

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

⁶Let him rain coals on the wicked;

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

⁷For the Lord is righteous;

he ^kloves righteous deeds;

^lthe upright shall behold his face.

The Faithful Have Vanished

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

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

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

²Everyone ⁿutters lies to his neighbor;

with ^oflattering lips and ^pa double heart they speak.

³May the Lord cut off all ^oflattering lips,

the tongue that makes ^qgreat boasts,

⁴those 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.”

^6uThe words of the Lord are pure words,

like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,

purified seven times.

⁷You, O Lord, will keep them;

you will guard us² from this generation forever.

⁸On every side the wicked prowl,

as vileness is exalted among the children of man.