Psalms 11:1
To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
Psalms 11:2
For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.
Psalms 11:3
If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?
Psalms 11:4
Jehovah is in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, --his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.
Psalms 11:5
Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.
Psalms 11:6
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
Psalms 11:7
For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.