11 In Jehovah do I take refuge: how say ye to my soul, flee (as) a bird to your mountain;

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

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

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

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

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

7 For Jehovah is righteous; He loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.