Psalms 11 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I put my trust in Jehovah; how can you say to me, Flee like a bird to the mountains;

MKJV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I put my trust in Jehovah; how can you say to me, Flee like a bird to the mountains; ² for lo, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow on the string, so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart. ³ If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do? ⁴ Jehovah is in His holy temple; Jehovah's throne is in Heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids examine the children of men. ⁵ Jehovah tries the righteous; but His soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence, ⁶ On the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and a horrible tempest shall be the portion of their cup. ⁷ For the righteous Jehovah loves righteousness; His face looks on the upright.