Psalms 11

¹For the music director. Of David. In Yahweh I have taken refuge; how can you say to my soul, “Flee to your mountain like a bird”? ²For look: The wicked ⌞string the bow⌟. They have fitted their arrow to the string, to shoot from the darkness at the upright of heart. ³When the foundations are destroyed what can the righteous do? ⁴Yahweh is in his holy temple; Yahweh is in the heavens on his throne. His eyelids see; they test the children of humankind. ⁵Yahweh tests the righteous, but the wicked and the lover of violence his soul hates. ⁶He will rain coals on the wicked. Burning sulfur and scorching wind will be the portion of their cup. ⁷For Yahweh is righteous; he loves righteous deeds. The upright shall see his face.