Psalm 11

I find my refuge in the LORD;

How is it then you say to me,

“Make your escape and like a bird

For refuge to your mountain flee.

“For look, the wicked bend their bows,

And on the string they set their dart;

From shadows dark they aim and shoot

At those who are upright in heart.

“If the foundations are destroyed

And all around there is decay,

Whatever can the righteous do,

Surrounded by such disarray?”

The LORD is in his holy place;

The LORD is on his heavenly throne.

His eyes observe the human race,

And in his sight each one is known.

The LORD examines all the just,

The righteous ones he proves and tests;

But all those who love wickedness

And violence his soul detests.

Upon the wicked he will rain

His fiery coals and sulphur hot;

A scorching wind will beat on them—

Such punishment will be their lot.

For God the LORD is righteous still,

In righteousness he takes delight;

And they alone will see his face

Who are in heart and life upright.