Psalms 11

1 In Yahweh, I take refuge.  How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain!"

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows.  They set their arrows on the strings,  That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations are destroyed,  What can the righteous do?

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple.  Yahweh is on his throne in heaven.  His eyes observe.  His eyes examine the children of men.

5 Yahweh examines the righteous,  But the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals;  Fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For Yahweh is righteous.  He loves righteousness.  The upright shall see his face.  For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.