Psalms 11

DouayRheims(i) 1 Unto the end. A psalm to David. (11:2) In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain, like a sparrow. 2 (11:3) For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow: they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, to shoot in the dark the upright of heart. 3 (11:4) For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done? 4 (11:5) The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men. 5 (11:6) The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity, hateth his own soul. 6 (11:7) He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone, and storms of winds, shall be the portion of their cup. 7 (11:8) For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.