Psalms 11

1For the choirmaster. Of David. In Yahweh I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain!

2For behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

3If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

4Yahweh is in His holy temple; Yahweh is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

5Yahweh tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence.

6On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion.

7For Yahweh is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face.