PSALM 11

¹For the lead player, for David.

In the LORD I sheltered.

How could you say to me,

“Off to the hills like a bird!

²For, look, the wicked bend back the bow,

they fix to the string their arrow

to shoot from the gloom at the upright.

³The foundations destroyed,

what can a righteous man do?”

⁴The LORD in His holy palace,

The LORD in the heavens His throne—

His eyes behold,

His look probes the sons of man.

⁵The LORD probes the righteous and wicked,

and the lover of havoc He utterly hates.

⁶He rains fiery coals on the wicked,

sulfur and gale winds their lot.

⁷For righteous the LORD is,

righteous acts He does love.

The upright behold His face.