Psm11:1 To the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge;how can you say to me, 'Flee like a bird to the mountains;
Psm11:2 for lo, the wicked bend the bow, they have fitted their arrow to the string, to shoot in the dark 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 children of men.
Psm11:5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked, and his soul hates him that loves violence.
Psm11:6 On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and brimstone;a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
Psm11:7 For the LORD is righteous, he loves righteous deeds;the upright shall behold his face.