Psalms 11

1For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

2For behold the sinners have bent [their] bow, they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot privily at the upright in heart.

3For they have pulled down what thou didst frame, but what has the righteous done?

4The 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.

5The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

6He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

7For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.