ESV Psalm 11

1 The Lord Is in His Holy Temple To the choirmaster. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, "Flee like a bird to your mountain,

2 for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;

3 if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?"

4 The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.

5 The Lord tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.

6 Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the Lord is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face.