For the end, a Psalm of David.

11:1 In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

11:2 For behold the sinners have bent their [bow], they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot privily at the upright in heart.

11:3 For they have pulled down what thou didst frame, but what has the righteous done?

11:4 The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

11:5 The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

11:6 He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast [shall be] the portion of their cup.

11:7 For the Lord [is] righteous, and loves righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

11:1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

11:2 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.

11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

11:4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

11:5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

11:7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.