Psalm 11

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?ERV — Psalm 11:1

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.ERV — Psalm 11:2

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?ERV — Psalm 11:3

4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD, his throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.ERV — Psalm 11:4

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.ERV — Psalm 11:5

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.ERV — Psalm 11:6

7 For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.ERV — Psalm 11:7