Psalm 11

For the Chief Musician. By David.

11 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 his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

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.