Psalm 11To the chief singer. Of Dawiḏ.
1 In יהוה I have taken refuge; Why do you say to me,
“Flee to your mountain like a bird”? 2 For look! The wicked bend a bow,
They set their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. 3 When
the foundations are destroyed, What shall the righteous do? 4 יהוה is in His qodesh Hĕyḵal, The throne of יהוה is in the shamayim. His eyes see, His eyelids
examine the sons of men. 5 יהוה tries the righteous, But His being shall hate
the wicked And the one who loves violence. 6 Upon the wicked He rains snares,
Fire and sulphur and a scorching wind Are the portion of their cup. 7 For יהוה is righteous, He has loved
righteousness; The upright shall see His face.