King James Version
Psalms 11
1In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? Share to feedTweet 2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. Share to feedTweet 3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? Share to feedTweet 4The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. Share to feedTweet 5The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. Share to feedTweet 6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. Share to feedTweet 7For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright. Share to feedTweet