Psalms 11

1 TO THE OVERSEER. BY DAVID. In YHWH I trusted, how do you say to my soul, “They moved to your mountain as the bird?” 2 For behold, the wicked bend a bow, || They have prepared their arrow on the string, || To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. 3 When the foundations are destroyed, || The righteous—what has he done? 4 YHWH is in His holy temple: YHWH—His throne is in the heavens. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men. 5 YHWH tries the righteous. And the wicked and the lover of violence, || His soul has hated, 6 He pours on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, || And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup. 7 For YHWH is righteous, || He has loved righteousness, || His face sees the upright!


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