Psalms - Chapter 11

1<For the chief music-maker. Of David.> In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain? 2See, the bows of the evil-doers are bent, they make ready their arrows on the cord, so that they may send them secretly against the upright in heart. 3If the bases are broken down, what is the upright man to do? 4The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lord's seat is in heaven; his eyes are watching and testing the children of men. 5The Lord puts the upright and the sinner to the test, but he has hate in his soul for the lover of violent acts. 6On the evil-doer he will send down fire and flames, and a burning wind; with these will their cup be full. 7For the Lord is upright; he is a lover of righteousness: the upright will see his face.