Psalm 11 - Israeli Authorized Version

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

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.

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

⁴ YY is in his holy temple, YY 's Throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

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

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

⁷ For the righteous YY loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.