Psalm 11 :: American Standard Version (ASV)

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

In Jehovah do I take refuge:

How say ye to my soul,

Flee as a bird to your mountain;

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,

They make ready their arrow upon the string,

That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

If the foundations be destroyed,

What can the righteous do?

Jehovah is in his holy temple;

Jehovah, his throne is in heaven;

His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

Jehovah trieth the righteous;

But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Upon the wicked he will rain snares;

Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness:

The upright shall behold his face.

Thomas Nelson & Sons first published the American Standard Version in 1901. This translation of the Bible is in the public domain.