Psalms 11
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Psalms 11
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For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain; | For the chief music-maker. Of David. In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain? |
For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart; | See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart. |
If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do? | If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do? |
Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. | The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lord's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing the children of men. |
Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. | The Lord puts the upright and the sinner to the test, but he has hate in his soul for the lover of violent acts. |
Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. | On the evil-doer he will send down fire and flames, and a burning wind; with these will their cup be full. |
For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face. | For the Lord is upright; he is a lover of righteousness: the upright will see his face. |