PS 11:1 To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
PS 11:2 For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
PS 11:3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?
PS 11:4 `Jehovah `is' in his holy temple: Jehovah -- in the heavens `is' His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men.
PS 11:5 Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,
PS 11:6 He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind `is' the portion of their cup.
PS 11:7 For righteous `is' Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'