King James Version · full chapter
Psalm 11
7 verses · King James Version
- 1In the LORD put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee a bird to your mountain?Compare translations of Psalms 11:1
- 2For, lo, the wicked bend bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.Compare translations of Psalms 11:2
- 3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?Compare translations of Psalms 11:3
- 4The LORD in his holy temple, the LORD’S throne in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.Compare translations of Psalms 11:4
- 5The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.Compare translations of Psalms 11:5
- 6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: the portion of their cup.Compare translations of Psalms 11:6
- 7For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.Compare translations of Psalms 11:7