Psa 11:1 To the chief musician. A Psalm of David. I sought refuge in Jehovah; how can you say to my soul, Flee like a bird to your hill.
Psa 11:2 For behold! The wicked will tread the bow; they fixed their arrow on the string, in order to shoot with it at the upright of heart in the dark.
Psa 11:3 When the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Psa 11:4 Jehovah is in His holy temple; Jehovah, His throne is in the heavens; His eyes see; His eyelids will examine the sons of man.
Psa 11:5 Jehovah tries the righteous, but His soul hates the wicked and the one loving violence.
Psa 11:6 He shall rain snares on the wicked; fire and brimstone and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
Psa 11:7 For Jehovah is righteous; He loves righteous deeds; the upright look upon His face.
February 27, 2016