Psalmes 11 - BibleForge

Sory, but thy browſer is not supported. Pleaſe update thy browſer or uſe the lateſt uerſion of Firefox or Chrome. Thou alſo mayeſt need to uninhibit JavaScript.

< Preuious Psalme Next Psalme >

Psalme 11

To the chiefe Musician. A Psalme of Dauid.

In the Lord put I my trust: how say yee to my soule, Flee as a bird to your mountaine?

2 For loe, the wicked bende their bow, they make ready their arrow vpon the string: that they may priuily shoote at the vpright in heart.

3 If the foundations bee destroyed: what can the righteous doe?

4 The Lord is in his holy Temple, the Lords Throne is in heauen: his eyes beholde, his eye lids trie the children of men.

5 The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth violence, his soule hateth.

6 Upon the wicked hee shall raine snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnesse: his countenance doeth behold the vpright.

< Preuious Psalme Next Psalme >