Глава 11

1. ¶ IN the LORD put I my trust; how say you to me, Flee as a bird to the mountains?
2. For, lo, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow upon the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.
3. For if they have destroyed the foundations which the LORD has prepared, what can the righteous do?
4. ¶ The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’S throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids examine, the children of men.
5. The LORD tries the righteous and the wicked; but his soul hates him that loves violence.
6. Snares have come down upon the wicked like rain; fire and brimstone and a destructive tempest shall be the portion of their cup.
7. For the LORD is righteous, and he loves righteousness; his countenance beholds the upright.