11:1  For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain!"

11:2  For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

11:3  If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?

11:4  Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

11:5  Yahweh examines the righteous, But the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.

11:6  On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; Fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

11:7  For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.