Psalms Chapter[BR] 11

1 To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved *to Thy mountain for the bird?

2 For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?

Psalms Chapter[BR] 11

4 `Jehovah *is in his holy temple: Jehovah -- in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men.

5 Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

6 He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind *is the portion of their cup.

Psalms Chapter[BR] 11

7 For righteous *is Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!`