Psalm 11

1. In the Lord I put my trust; how say ye to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain,

2. for lo, the wicked bend their bow and make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart;

3. if the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

4. The Lord is in His holy temple! The Lord’S throne is in heaven! His eyes behold; His eyelids test the children of men!

5. The Lord trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence, His soul hateth.

6. Upon the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7. For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; His countenance doth behold the upright.