Heart of God Saturdays: Psalm 11

Psalm 11 (English Standard Version)

To the choirmaster. Of David.

¹In the LORD I take refuge;how can you say to my soul,
"Flee like a bird to your mountain,
²for behold, the wicked bend the bow;
they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
³if the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?"

⁴The LORD is in his holy temple;
the LORD’s throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
⁵The LORD tests the righteous,
but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
⁶Let him rain coals on the wicked;
fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
⁷For the LORD is righteous;he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.