Psalms 11

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 For the leader. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to me, "Flee like a bird to the mountains!	1 Unto the end. For the octave. A Psalm of David.
2 See how the wicked string their bows, fit their arrows to the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright.	2 Save me, O Lord, because holiness has passed away, because truths have been diminished, before the sons of men.
3 When foundations are being destroyed, what can the upright do?"	3 They have been speaking emptiness, each one to his neighbor; they have been speaking with deceitful lips and a duplicitous heart.
4 The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD'S throne is in heaven. God's eyes keep careful watch; they test all peoples.	4 May the Lord scatter all deceitful lips, along with the tongue that speaks malice.
5 The LORD tests the good and the bad, hates those who love violence,	5 They have said: “We will magnify our tongue; our lips belong to us. What is Lord to us?”
6 And rains upon the wicked fiery coals and brimstone, a scorching wind their allotted cup.	6 Because of the misery of the destitute and the groaning of the poor, now I will arise, says the Lord. I will place him in safety. I will act faithfully toward him.
7 The LORD is just and loves just deeds; the upright shall see his face.	7 The eloquence of the Lord is pure eloquence, silver tested by fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
	8 You, O Lord, will preserve us, and you will guard us from this generation into eternity.
	9 The impious wander aimlessly. According to your loftiness, you have multiplied the sons of men.