Psalm 11

English Standard Version

The Lord Is in His Holy Temple

To the choirmaster. Of David.

11 In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
    ^(A)“Flee like a bird to your mountain,
²for behold, the wicked ^(B)bend the bow;
    ^(C)they have fitted their arrow to the string
    to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
³if ^(D)the foundations are destroyed,
    what can the righteous do?”^[a]

⁴^(E)The Lord is in his holy temple;
    the Lord's ^(F)throne is in heaven;
    his eyes see, his eyelids ^(G)test the children of man.
⁵The Lord ^(H)tests the righteous,
    but ^(I)his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
⁶Let him rain coals on the wicked;
    ^(J)fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be ^(K)the portion of their cup.
⁷For the Lord is righteous;
he ^(L)loves righteous deeds;
    ^(M)the upright shall behold his face.