Psalms Chapitre 11

¹ To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In the LORD I put my trust; How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”? share content_copy

² For look! The wicked bend their bow, They make ready their arrow on the string, That they may shoot secretly 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, But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates. share content_copy

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

⁷ For the LORD is righteous, He loves righteousness; His countenance beholds the upright. share content_copy