Salmos 11

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

¹ In Jehovah I put my trust; how can you say to my soul, Flee like a bird to the mountains?

² For lo, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow on the string, so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.

³ If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

⁴ Jehovah is in His holy temple; Jehovah’s throne is in Heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids examine the sons of men.

⁵ Jehovah tries the righteous; but His soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.

⁶ Upon the wicked He will rain snares, fire and brimstone; and a horrible tempest shall be the portion of their cup.

⁷ For the righteous Jehovah loves righteousness; His face beholds the upright.