Psalms 11 For the end, A Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

CAB⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ For the end, A Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow? ² For behold the sinners have bent their bow, they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot secretly at the upright in heart. ³ For they have pulled down what You framed, but what has the righteous done? ⁴ The Lord is in His holy temple; as for the Lord, His throne is in heaven: His eyes look upon the poor, His eyelids test the sons of men. ⁵ The Lord tests the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul. ⁶ He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast shall be the portion of their cup. ⁷ For the Lord is righteous, and loves righteousness; His face beholds uprightness.