Psalms 11

For the choirmaster. Of David.

1In Yahweh I have taken refuge; how can you say to me, “Flee to your mountain like a bird”?

2For look, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

3If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4Yahweh is in his holy temple; Yahweh—his throne is in heaven. His eyes see; his eyelids examine human beings.

5Yahweh tests the righteous, but he hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.

6He will rain down traps on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind will be the portion of their cup.

7For Yahweh is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright will see his face.