Psalms Capítulo 11

¹ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? share content_copy

² For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. privily: Heb. in darkness share content_copy

³ If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? share content_copy

⁴ The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. share content_copy

⁵ The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. share content_copy

⁶ Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. an horrible: or, a burning tempest share content_copy

⁷ For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright. share content_copy