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

‏ Psalms 11

PSAL. XI.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1 In Yhwh put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? 2 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. ^{▼▼ privily: Heb. in darkness.} 3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? 4 Yhwh is in his holy temple, Yhwh's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. 5 Yhwh trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. ^{▼▼ an horrible…: or, a burning tempest.} 7 For the righteous Yhwh loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.