Old Testament Psalms Chapter 11

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

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.

 aIn 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 ashoot at the upright in heart.

 3 If the afoundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

 4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's athrone is in bheaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

 5 The LORD atrieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

 6 Upon the awicked 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 arighteousness; bhis countenance doth behold the upright.