Salmos 11

For the Chief Musician. By David.

1 In the LORD, I take refuge.

How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain"?

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows.

They set their arrows on the strings,

that they may shoot in darkness 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 is on his throne in heaven.

His eyes observe.

His eyes examine the children of men.

5 The LORD examines the righteous,

but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals;

fire, sulphur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the LORD is righteous.

He loves righteousness.

The upright shall see his face.