THE BOOK OF
PSALMS
PSALM 11

David rejoices that the Lord is in his holy temple-The Lord tests the righteous and hates the wicked.

TO THE CHIEF MUSICIAN, A PSALM OF DAVID.

  1 In the Lord 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.

  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 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.

  7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.