Psalm 11 - American Standard Version 2015

¹ {\b For the Chief Musician. {\i A Psalm} of David.}\par\par\tab In Jehovah do I take refuge:\par\tab How say ye to my soul,\par\tab Flee {\i as} a bird to your mountain;

² For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,\par\tab They make ready their arrow upon the string,\par\tab That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

³ If the foundations be destroyed,\par\tab What can the righteous do?

⁴ Jehovah is in his holy temple;\par\tab Jehovah, his throne is in heaven;\par\tab His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

⁵ Jehovah trieth the righteous;\par\tab But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

⁶ Upon the wicked he will rain snares;\par\tab Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

⁷ For Jehovah is righteous;\par\tab He loveth righteousness:\par\tab The upright shall behold his face.\par