Psalms 11

1 In the Lord I put my trust;
How can you say to my soul,
"Flee as a bird to your mountain"? 2 For look! The wicked bend their bow,
They make ready their arrow on the string,
That they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart. 3 If the foundations are 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 test the sons of men. 5 The Lord tests the righteous,
But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates. 6 Upon the wicked He will rain coals;
Fire and brimstone and a burning wind
Shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the Lord is righteous,
He loves righteousness;
His countenance beholds the upright.