To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
In Jehovah put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
Jehovah is in his holy temple, Jehovah's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
Jehovah trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
For the righteous Jehovah loveth righteousness; his countenance cloth behold the upright.
11:1-3 Trust in spite of the wicked in Jehovah, 4-7 who in heaven, on his throne, deals with man down here.
11-15. Words of faith, suited to those that believe in those days.