| Chapter 11 |
1 | {To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.} In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain? |
2 | For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart. |
3 | If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do? |
4 | Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, -- his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men. |
5 | Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth. |
6 | Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. |
7 | For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright. |