Psalm 11, NEW AMERICAN STANDARD BIBLE
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1

In the LORD I take refuge;
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;
 

2

For, behold, the wicked bend the bow,
They make ready their arrow upon the string
To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
 

3

If the foundations are destroyed,
What can the righteous do?”
 

4

The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD’S throne is in heaven;
His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
 

5

The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked,
And the one who loves violence His soul hates.
 

6

Upon the wicked He will rain snares;
Fire and brimstone and burning wind
will be the portion of their cup.
 

7

For the LORD is righteous, He loves righteousness;
The upright will behold His face.