To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your
For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the
string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.||
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?||
The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes
behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.||
(11:4) "His eyelids try the children of men."
(11:5) "His soul hateth."
Does God love everyone?
(11:6) "Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible
The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence
his soul hateth.
Upon the wicked he
shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this
shall be the portion of their cup.||
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold