Psalm 11:1-7
To the Chief Musician. David’s.
11 In Yahweh have I sought refuge, How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;
2 For lo! the lawless bend the bow, They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:
3 When the pillars are overthrown, What could a righteous man do?
4 Yahweh is in his holy temple, As for Yahweh in the heavens is his throne, His eyes behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.
5 Yahweh putteth the righteous to the test,—But the lawless one and the lover of violence his soul doth hate.
6 He will rain upon the lawless live-coals,—Fire and brimstone and a burning wind are the portion of their cup.
7 For righteous is Yahweh, Righteousness he loveth, The upright shall behold his face.