Psalms 11 - Young's Literal Translation 1898(YLT98)

To the Overseer. — By David.

1In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, ‘They moved Thy mountain for the bird?

2For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous — what hath he done?

4‘Jehovah in his holy temple: Jehovah — in the heavens His throne. His eyes see — His eyelids try the sons of men.

5 Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

6He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind the portion of their cup.

7For righteous Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!’