Psalms 11:1-7 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?

Geneva⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde? ² For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart. ³ For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done? ⁴ The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men. ⁵ The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate. ⁶ Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup. ⁷ For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.