Psalms 11

The  Lord Is in His Holy Temple

To the choirmaster. Of David.

1 In the  Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
a  Flee like a bird to your mountain,
2for behold, the wicked b  bend the bow;
c  they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
3if d  the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?”
Or for the foundations will be destroyed; what has the righteous done?

4 f  The  Lord is in his holy temple;
the  Lord’s g  throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids h  test the children of man.
5The  Lord i  tests the righteous,
but j  his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6Let him rain coals on the wicked;
k  fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be l  the portion of their cup.
7For the  Lord is righteous;
he m  loves righteous deeds;
n  the upright shall behold his face.
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