NASB77 Psalms 11 Chapter
11:1
[For the choir director. A Psalm of David]. In the LORD I take refuge; How can you say 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, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
11:3
If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?"
11:4
The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD's throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
11:5
The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked, And the one who loves violence His soul hates.
11:6
Upon the wicked He will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.
11:7
For the LORD is righteous; He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face.