Psalms, 11
To the director. Of David.
1 *1 In Jehovah I have taken refuge. How dare YOU men say to my soul: “Flee as a bird to YOUR mountain!”
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2 For, look! the wicked ones themselves bend the bow, They do make ready their arrow upon the bowstring, To shoot in the gloom at the ones upright in heart.
3 When the foundations themselves are torn down, What must anyone righteous do?
4 Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah—in the heavens is his throne. His own eyes behold, his own beaming eyes*1 examine the sons of men.*2
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5 Jehovah himself examines the righteous one as well as the wicked one, And anyone loving violence His soul certainly hates.
6 He will rain down upon the wicked ones traps, fire and sulphur And a scorching wind, as the portion of their cup.
7 For Jehovah is righteous; he does love righteous acts. The upright are the ones that will behold his face.