Psalm 11

Psalm 11

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

¹In ^athe Lord I put my trust; How can you say to my soul,

“Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

²For look! ^bThe wicked bend their bow,

They make ready their arrow on the string,

That they may shoot ¹secretly at the upright in heart.

^3cIf the foundations are destroyed,

What can the righteous do?

⁴The Lord is in His holy temple,

The Lord’s ^dthrone is in heaven;

^eHis eyes behold,

His eyelids test the sons of men.

⁵The Lord ^ftests the righteous,

But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.

⁶Upon the wicked He will rain coals;

Fire and brimstone and a burning wind

^gShall be ²the portion of their cup.

⁷For the Lord is righteous,

He ^hloves righteousness;

³His countenance beholds the upright.