Psalms 11



1 To the victor; of David.
In Jehovah do I confide;
how do you say to my soul, Flee·​·away to your mountain, as a bird?

2 For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, they prepare their arrow upon the bow·​·string,
to shoot with·​·it in thick·​·darkness toward the upright in heart.

3 When the foundations are broken·​·down,
how will the just work?

4 Jehovah is in the temple of His holiness,
Jehovah, in the heavens is His throne;
His eyes behold,
His eyelids test the sons of man.

5 Jehovah tests the just;
but the wicked and him who loves violence His soul hates.

6 He will rain upon the wicked traps, fire, and sulfur;
and the wind of the gales is the portion of their cup.

7 For Jehovah is just; He loves justice;
His face beholds the upright.

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Thanks to the Kempton Project for the permission to use this New Church translation of the Word.