Psalm 11

For the chief musician. A psalm of David.

1I take refuge in Yahweh;

how will you say to me,

“Flee like a bird to the mountain”?

2For see! The wicked prepare their bows.

They make ready their arrows on the strings

to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

3For if the foundations are ruined,

what can the righteous do?

4Yahweh is in his holy temple;

his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

5Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked,

but he hates those who love to do violence.

6He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked;

a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

7For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness;

the upright will see his face.