Ps 11
1
For the end, a Psalm of David. - In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say
to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?
2
For behold the sinners have bent their bow, they have prepared their arrows for the
quiver, to shoot Gr. in dark moon, or little moonlight, q. d. luce maligna privily at the upright in heart.
3
For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?
4
The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes
look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.
5
The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he who loves unrighteousness hates
his own soul.
6
He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast shall be
the portion of their cup.
7
For the Lord is righteous, and loves Gr. righteousnesses righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.