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Psalm 11

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

In the Lord put I my trust:
how say ye to my soul,
Flee as a bird to your mountain?
For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,
they make ready their arrow upon the string,
that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
If the foundations be destroyed,
what can the righteous do?

The Lord is in his holy temple,
the Lord’s throne is in heaven:
his eyes behold,
his eyelids try, the children of men.
The Lord trieth the righteous:
but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares,
fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest:
this shall be the portion of their cup.
For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness;
his countenance doth behold the upright.

Jehovah a refuge and defence.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

11 In Jehovah do I take refuge:
How say ye to my soul,
Flee [a]as a bird to your mountain;
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;
[b]If the foundations be destroyed,
What can the righteous do?
Jehovah is in his holy temple;
Jehovah, his throne is in heaven;
His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
Jehovah trieth the righteous;
But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Upon the wicked he will rain snares;
Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.
For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth [c]righteousness:
[d]The upright shall behold his face.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 11:1 Or, ye birds
  2. Psalm 11:3 Or, For the foundations are destroyed; What hath the righteous wrought?
  3. Psalm 11:7 Or, righteous deeds
  4. Psalm 11:7 Or, His countenance doth behold the upright