Psalm 11
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Book of Psalms
Psalm 11[1]
In the justice and providence of God, David rejoices.
1060 B.C.[2]
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
Psalm 11[1]
1060 B.C.[2]
1 In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?[3]
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily[4] shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be 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 try, the children of men.[5]
5 The Lord 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 Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Footnotes
- ↑ This is one of the shortest Psalms. Psalm 117 is the shortest, and Psalm 134 is the second shortest.
- ↑ after Bishop James Ussher
- ↑ Terrific metaphor here!
- ↑ Only the KJV uses "privily", which other translations convey the wrongdoing of ambushing from darkness to attack good people.
- ↑ Other translations refer to Adam here, as in the descendants of Adam (or mankind).
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