Psalms 11 (asv)
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
11:1In Jehovah do I take refuge:
How say ye to my soul,
Flee as a bird to your mountain;
11:2For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,
They make ready their arrow upon the string,
11:3If the foundations be destroyed,
What can the righteous do?
His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
11:5Jehovah trieth the righteous;
But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
11:6Upon the wicked he will rain snares;
The upright shall behold his face.