ASV Psalms Chapter 11
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. 11:1 In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain; 11:2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart; 11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do? 11:4 Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. 11:5 Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 11:6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. 11:7 For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.