Psalms - Chapter 11 | American Standard Version

  • 1. For the Chief Musician. {cf15i A Psalm} of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee {cf15i as} a bird to your mountain;
  • 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;
  • 3. If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?
  • 4. Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
  • 5. Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
  • 6. Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.
  • 7. For Jehovah is righteous; He loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.