1To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?4The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD' throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.5The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.7For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Psalm 11
New International Reader’s Version
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1I run to the LORD for safety. So how can you say to me, ‘Fly away like a bird to your mountain.2Look! Evil people are bending their bows. They are placing their arrows against the strings. They are planning to shoot from the shadows at those who have honest hearts.3When law and order are being destroyed, what can godly people do?’4The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. He watches everyone on earth. His eyes study them.5The LORD watches over those who do what is right. But he really hates sinful people and those who love to hurt others.6He will pour out flaming coals and burning sulphur on those who do what is wrong. A hot and dry wind will destroy them.7The LORD always does what is right. So he loves it when people do what is fair. Those who are honest will enjoy his blessing.