Psa 11 | AKJV | STEP | ¶ To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

‏ Psalms 11

1 David encourages himself in God, against his enemies. 4 The providence and justice of God.

¶ To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, see, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow on the string, that they may privately shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5 The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.
6 On the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.