PSALM 11
1 In Jehovah do I put my trust: How then say ye to my soul, "Flee ye into your mountain as a bird?"
2 Surely behold! the ungodly shall bend the bow, They have made ready their arrows upon the string, shoot in secret at the upright in heart.
3 Truly, the foundations are destroyed: The righteous, what hath he done?
4 Jehovah is in the palace of his holiness; Jehovah in heaven hath his throne; His eyes behold, his eyelids consider the children of men.
5 Jehovah will approve the righteous man; But the ungodly and him who loveth iniquity, hate doth his soul.
6 He will rain upon the ungodly snares, Fire and brimstone, and a storm of whirlwinds: This is the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous Jehovah loveth righteousness; His countenance approveth the upright.