1Psalm 11 For the director of music. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain.
2For look, the wicked bend their bows; they set their arrows against the strings to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.
3When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do?”
4The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord is on his heavenly throne. He observes the sons of men; his eyes examine them.
5The Lord examines the righteous, but the wicked and those who love violence his soul hates.
6On the wicked he will rain fiery coals and burning sulfur; a scorching wind will be their lot.
7For the Lord is righteous, he loves justice; upright men will see his face.