# Psalms 11 [[Psalms 10|←]] • [[Psalms 12|→]] --- To the chief Musician, of David. ### 1 In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee a bird to your mountain? ### 2 For, lo, the wicked bend bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. ### 3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? ### 4 The Lord in his holy temple, the Lord's throne in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. ### 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: the portion of their cup. ### 7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.