Psalms 11
1IN the Lord I have placed my confidence; how say ye to my soul, Away to the mountains as an ostrich.
2For behold the sinners have bent a bow: they have provided arrows for a quiver; to shoot privily the upright in heart.
3For what Thou didst build up, they have pulled down. Now what hath the righteous done?
4The Lord is in His holy temple. The Lord, Whose throne is in heaven; Whose eyes look down on the needy; Whose eyelids examine the sons of men—
5the Lord examineth both the righteous and the wicked. He then who loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.
6Upon the wicked He will rain snares. Fire and brimstone and a tempestuous wind, shall be the portion of their cup.
7Because the Lord is righteous, therefore He loved righteousness; His countenance beheld uprightness.