King James Version

Psalms • Chapter 11

1 For the conductor, a song of David. In the Lord, I have taken refuge; how can you say to my soul, "Flee like a bird to your mountain"? 2 For behold, the wicked aim their bow, they set their arrows against the upright in heart to shoot in darkness. 3 For the righteous will be destroyed; what have they accomplished? 4 The Lord is in His holy temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven; His eyes see, His eyelids test the sons of man. 5 The LORD examines the righteous, but the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates. 6 He will rain on the wicked coals of fire and brimstone, and a scorching wind will be the portion of their cup. 7 For the righteous, the LORD loves righteousness; the upright shall behold His face.