Psalms 11
For the Chief Musician. By David. 1 In Yehovah, I take refuge.
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain!”
2 For, look, the wicked bend their bows.
They set their arrows on the strings,
that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?
4 Yehovah is in his holy temple.
Yehovah is on his throne in heaven.
His eyes observe.
His eyes examine the children of men.
5 Yehovah examines the righteous,
but the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.
6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals;
fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For Yehovah is righteous.
He loves righteousness.
The upright shall see his face.
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