Psalms 11
1. <<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?
2. 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.
3. If the foundations be destroyed * , what can the righteous do * ?
4. The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold * , his eyelids try * , the children of men.
5. The LORD trieth * the righteous:but the wicked and him that loveth * violence his soul hateth * .
6. Upon the wicked he shall rain * snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7. For the righteous LORD loveth * righteousness; his countenance doth behold * the upright.
