11:1 {To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David.} In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?
11:1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In the LORD I put my trust; How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain"?

11:2 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.
11:2 For look! The wicked bend their bow, They make ready their arrow on the string, That they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart.

11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
11:3 If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?

11:4 The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is] in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
11:4 The LORD is in His holy temple, The LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.

11:5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
11:5 The LORD tests the righteous, But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.

11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.
11:6 Upon the wicked He will rain coals; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind Shall be the portion of their cup.

11:7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
11:7 For the LORD is righteous, He loves righteousness; His countenance beholds the upright.