Psalm

11* In Jehovah I have taken refuge.+

How dare YOU men say to my soul:

“Flee as a bird to YOUR mountain!”+

 2 For, look! the wicked ones themselves bend the bow,+

They do make ready their arrow upon the bowstring,

To shoot in the gloom at the ones upright in heart.+

 3 When the foundations themselves are torn down,+

What must anyone righteous do?

 4 Jehovah is in his holy temple.+

Jehovah—in the heavens is his throne.+

His own eyes behold, his own beaming eyes* examine+ the sons of men.*

 5 Jehovah himself examines the righteous one as well as the wicked one,+

And anyone loving violence His soul certainly hates.+

 6 He will rain down upon the wicked ones traps, fire and sulphur+

And a scorching wind, as the portion of their cup.+

 7 For Jehovah is righteous;+ he does love righteous acts.+

The upright are the ones that will behold his face.+