Bible Darby's Translation

Psalm 11

To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.

1 In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

2For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.

3If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

4Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, -- his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

5Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.


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