Psalm 11

₁In the Lord I take refuge;

how can you say to my soul,

“Flee like a bird to your mountain,

₂for behold, the wicked bend the bow;

they have fitted their arrow to the string

to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;

₃if the foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?”

₄The Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord’s throne is in heaven;

his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.

₅The Lord tests the righteous,

but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.

₆Let him rain coals on the wicked;

fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

₇For the Lord is righteous;

he loves righteous deeds;

the upright shall behold his face.