11:1 [To
the
choirmaster.
Of
David.]
In
the
LORD
I
take
refuge;
how
can
you
say
to
my
soul,
"Flee
like
a
bird
to
your
mountain,
11:2 for
behold,
the
wicked
bend
the
bow;
they
have
fitted
their
arrow
to
the
string
to
shoot
in
the
dark
at
the
upright
in
heart;
11:3 if
the
foundations
are
destroyed,
what
can
the
righteous
do"
11:4 The
LORD
is
in
his
holy
temple;
the
LORD's
throne
is
in
heaven;
his
eyes
see,
his
eyelids
test
the
children
of
man.
11:5 The
LORD
tests
the
righteous,
but
his
soul
hates
the
wicked
and
the
one
who
loves
violence.
11:6 Let
him
rain
coals
on
the
wicked;
fire
and
sulfur
and
a
scorching
wind
shall
be
the
portion
of
their
cup.
11:7 For
the
LORD
is
righteous;
he
loves
righteous
deeds;
the
upright
shall
behold
his
face.