1 In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? RV1885 — 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. RV1885 — Psalm 11:2
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? RV1885 — 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. RV1885 — Psalm 11:4
5 The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. RV1885 — Psalm 11:5
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. RV1885 — Psalm 11:6
7 For the Lord is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face. RV1885 — Psalm 11:7