Psalms Capítulo 11

¹ For the choir director. [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD I take refuge; How can you say to my soul, 'Flee [as] a bird to your mountain; share content_copy

² For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. share content_copy

³ If the foundations are 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 test the sons of men. share content_copy

⁵ The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked, And the one who loves violence His soul hates. share content_copy

⁶ Upon the wicked He will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup. share content_copy

⁷ For the LORD is righteous, He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face. share content_copy