Psalm 11
Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed.
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1 My trust is in the Lord Most High;
Then to my soul why should ye say,
Away to your lone mountain fly,
Speed liked bird and flee away?
2 For lo! the wicked bend the bow,
With skilful hand they aim the dart;
Their arrows through the darkness go,
To pierce the man of upright heart.
3 If the foundations be o'erthrown,
Of what avail the righteous race?
The Lord in heav'n has fixed his throne,
And reigns within his holy place.
4 His eyes behold, his eyelids scan
The sons of men, the just he tries.
His soul doth hate the wicked man,
And bold transgressors doth despise.
5 Snares, fire and brimstone, round their path,
On wicked men the Lord shall rain;
Dark tempests filled with burning wrath,
Their cup's full portion shall remain.
6 The Lord is just in all his ways,
And righteousness is his delight;
To upright men his grace displays,
And gives them favor in his sight.
1 My trust is in the Lord;
How to my soul say ye,
Away with speed, and like a bird
To your high mountain flee?
2 Lo, sinners bend the bow;
On string they fit the dart,
That they unseen may shoot at those
Who upright are in heart.
3 What can the righteous do?
What can for them avail,
If the foundations be destroyed
And all they built on fail?
4 The Lord in Zion dwells,
The Lord's throne is on high:
His eyes behold the sons of men;
Yea, them his eyelids try.
5 The Lord the righteous tries:
But those that wicked be,
And him who loveth violence
In soul abhorreth he.
6 Fire, brimstone, snares, fierce storms,
On sinners he shall rain;
This is the portion of their cup,
The cup which they shall drain.
7 Because the righteous Lord
Delights in righteousness;
And with his gracious countenance
The upright he will bless.
1 I in Jehovah put my trust;
Then wherefore say to me,
As timid birds a refuge seek,
So to your mountain flee?
2 For, lo! the wicked bend the bow,
On string their arrow fit,
That those who upright are in heart
In secret they may hit;
3 For if foundations be destroyed,
What hath the righteous dour?
Jehovah in his temple is,
In heaven is his throne.
4 His eyes do see, his eyelids try
Men's sons. The just he proves;
But his soul hates the wicked man,
And him that vi'lence loves.
5 Snares, fire, and brimstone, raging storms,
On sinners he shall rain;
This, as the portion of their cup,
Shall unto them pertain.
6 Because the Lord most righteous doth
In righteousness delight;
And with a pleasant countenance
Beholdeth the upright.
