Psalms 11 King James Version

¹ In the LORD put I my trust:
How say ye to my soul, flee as a bird to your mountain?

² For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string,
That they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

³ If the foundations be destroyed,
What can the righteous do?

⁴ The LORD is in his holy temple,
The LORD's throne is in heaven:
His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

⁵ The LORD trieth the righteous:
But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

⁶ Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest:
This shall be the portion of their cup.

⁷ For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness;
His countenance doth behold the upright.