11:1
[For the choirmaster Of David] In Yahweh I have found refuge. How can you say to me, 'Bird, flee to your mountain?
11:2
'For look, the wicked are drawing their bows, fitting their arrows to the string to shoot honest men from the shadows.
11:3
If the foundations fall to ruin, what can the upright do?'
11:4
Yahweh in his holy temple! Yahweh, his throne is in heaven; his eyes watch over the world, his gaze scrutinises the children of Adam.
11:5
Yahweh examines the upright and the wicked, the lover of violence he detests.
11:6
He will rain down red-hot coals, fire and sulphur on the wicked, a scorching wind will be their lot.
11:7
For Yahweh is upright and loves uprightness, the honest will ever see his face.
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