Ps 11
0 Psalm 11 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.
1
In YHWH do I take refuge: How say you to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain;
2
For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string,
That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;
3
If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?
4
YHWH is in his holy temple; YHWH, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids
try, the children of men.
5
YHWH tries the righteous; But the wicked and him whom loves violence his soul hates.
6
Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be
the portion of their cup.
7
For YHWH is righteous; he loves righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.