Psalm 11
1 {\i For the end, a Psalm of David.} - In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?
2 For behold the sinners have bent their bow, they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot {Gr. in dark moon, or little moonlight, q. d. luce maligna} privily at the upright in heart.
3 For they have pulled down what thou didst frame, but what has the righteous done?
4 The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.
5 The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.
6 He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the Lord is righteous, and loves {Gr. righteousnesses} righteousness; his face beholds uprightness.