Psalms
Psalms 11
In the LORD I Take Refuge
1
In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, Flee like a bird to your mountain,
2
for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
3
if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4
The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD’s throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
5
The LORD tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6
Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7
For the LORD is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face.