Psa 11 | ASV | e4.org | For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain;

‏ Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee ^▼▼1 as a bird to your mountain; ^{▼▼1) Or ye birds} 2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart; 3 ^▼▼1 If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do? ^{▼▼1) Or For the foundations are destroyed; What hath the righteous wrought?}

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. 5 Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For Jehovah is righteous; He loveth ^▼▼1 righteousness: ^▼▼2 The upright shall behold his face. ^{▼▼1) Or righteous deeds 2) Or His countenance doth behold the upright.}