Psalms Chapter 11
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. Psalm 12 For the Chief Musician; set to the Sheminith. A Psalm of David.