Psalms 11 - Revised Standard Version(RSV)

To the choirmaster. Of David.

1In the Lord I take refuge;

how can you say to me,

“Flee like a bird to the mountains;

2for lo, 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 behold, his eyelids test, the children of men.

5The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked,

and his soul hates him that loves violence.

6On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and brimstone;

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.