Psalms 11

¹In the Lord I take refuge;

how can you say to me,

“Flee like a bird to the mountains;

²for lo, the wicked bend the bow,

they have fitted their arrow to the string,

to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;

³if the foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do”?

⁴The Lord is in his holy temple,

the Lord 's throne is in heaven;

his eyes behold, his eyelids test, the children of men.

⁵The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked,

and his soul hates him that loves violence.

⁶On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and brimstone;

a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

⁷For the Lord is righteous, he loves righteous deeds;

the upright shall behold his face.