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.