| 1 | (Psalm 11 For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.)In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain; |
| 2 | For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart; |
| 3 | If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do? |
| 4 | Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. |
| 5 | Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. |
| 6 | Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. |
| 7 | For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face. |
