Psalms 11:1
To the Overseer. --By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved to Thy mountain for the bird?
Psalms 11:2
For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
Psalms 11:3
When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous--what hath he done?
Psalms 11:4
`Jehovah is in his holy temple: Jehovah--in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see--His eyelids try the sons of men.
Psalms 11:5
Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,
Psalms 11:6
He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup.
Psalms 11:7
For righteous is Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'