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,
aFlee like a bird to your mountain,
2for behold, the wicked bbend the bow;
cthey have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
3if dthe foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?”
Or for the foundations will be destroyed; what has the righteous done?

4 fThe Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord’s gthrone is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids htest the children of man.
5The Lord itests the righteous,
but jhis soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6Let him rain coals on the wicked;
kfire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be lthe portion of their cup.
7For the Lord is righteous;
he mloves righteous deeds;
nthe upright shall behold his face.
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