Psalm 11

David rejoices that the Lord is in His holy temple—The Lord tests the righteous and hates the wicked.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1 aIn the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily ashoot at the upright in heart.

3 If the afoundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s athrone is in bheaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

5 The Lord atrieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 Upon the awicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous Lord loveth arighteousness; bhis countenance doth behold the upright.