Psalm 11
1 To the chief musician, [a Psalm] of David. In Jehovah have I trusted: how say ye to my soul, Flee to your mountain [as] a bird?
2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow; they have fixed their arrows upon the string to shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3 For the foundations are broken down. What hath the righteous [man] done?
4 Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, his throne is in the heavens; his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the sons of men.
5 Jehovah proveth the righteous [man]; and the wicked [man] and him who loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 He will rain upon the wicked snares, fire and brimstone and a burning tempest—the portion of their cup.
7 For righteous [is] Jehovah; he loveth righteousness; his face beholdeth the upright.