11:1 To the Overseer. --By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird 11:2 For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. 11:3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous--what hath he done  11:4 `Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah--in the heavens [is] His throne. His eyes see--His eyelids try the sons of men. 11:5 Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated, 11:6 He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup. 11:7 For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'