Psalm 11

I in the LORD do put my trust

How can they then say to my soul

Flee as a bird unto thy mount

For, lo, the wicked bend their bow

And fit their arrow on the string

To under cover of the dark

In secrecy let loose their bow

And shoot the upright man of heart

If the foundations be destroyed,

What can the righteous ones then do?

But Yahweh sits in heaven’s throne

Within his holy temple there

His eyes behold, his eyelids try

The sons of men, and righteous, too

But his soul hates the wicked man

And all who cherish violence

Fire, snares, & brimstone—furious storms

Upon the wicked, He shall rain

This shall be all the portion of

The cup which he hath mixed for them

For righteous is the LORD, our God!

And righteous deeds, His soul doth love

The upright shall behold his face

And in his presence drink thereof