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.

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

 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.

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

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

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

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

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