11:1 {To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.} In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

11:2 For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.

11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

11:4 Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, -- his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

11:5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.