Psalm 11

New Coverdale Version

In the Lord I put my trust; * how then can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird unto the hill;

For behold, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrow upon the string, * that they may secretly shoot at those who are true of heart.

For the foundations will be cast down, * and what can the righteous do?”

The Lord is in his holy temple; * the Lord’s throne is in heaven.

His eyes consider the poor, * and his eyelids try the children of men.

The Lord tests the righteous, * but the ungodly, and those who delight in wickedness, his soul abhors.

Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest; * this shall be their portion to drink.

For the righteous Lord loves righteousness; * the upright shall behold his face.