PSALM 11
To the chief Musician, A Psalm
of David.
1 In the
LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your
mountain? 2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make
ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privilya shoot at the
upright in heart. 3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the
righteous do?
4The LORD is
in his holy temple, the LORD’S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his
eyelids try, the children of men. 5 The LORD trieth the righteous:
but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 6
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horribleb
tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the
righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
The Holy Bible
King James Version
The Holy Bible : King James Version. 1995. Oak
Harbor, WA: Logos Research Systems, Inc.
a
privily: Heb. in darkness
b
an horrible...: or, a burning tempest
