Psalm 11
To
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.