Psalms 11:1
In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
Psalms 11:2
For, see, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow on the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.
Psalms 11:3
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Psalms 11:4
The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
Psalms 11:5
The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.
Psalms 11:6
On the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
Psalms 11:7
For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.