Psalm 11

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.