Psalms 11

1. (Ps 11:1) In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2. (Ps 11:2) For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
3. (Ps 11:3) If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4. (Ps 11:4) The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5. (Ps 11:5) The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6. (Ps 11:6) Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7. (Ps 11:7) For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.