Psm11:1 In the Lord I take refuge; How can you say 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 To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
Psm11:3 If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?"
Psm11:4 The Lord is in His holy temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
Psm11:5 The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked, And the one who loves violence His soul hates.
Psm11:6 Upon the wicked He will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.
Psm11:7 For the Lord is righteous, He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face.