Psalm 11

For the Chief Musician. By David.

cb(11,1); 11:1 In the LORD, I take refuge.

How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain!”

cb(11,2); 11:2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows.

They set their arrows on the strings,

that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

cb(11,3); 11:3 If the foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?

cb(11,4); 11:4 The LORD is in his holy temple.

The LORD is on his throne in heaven.

His eyes observe.

His eyes examine the children of men.

cb(11,5); 11:5 The LORD examines the righteous,

but the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.

cb(11,6); 11:6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals;

fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

cb(11,7); 11:7 For the LORD is righteous.

He loves righteousness.

The upright shall see his face.