Psm11:1 {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?
Psm11:2 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.
Psm11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?
Psm11:4 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.
Psm11:5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.
Psm11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
Psm11:7 For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.