Псалми 11

1In the LordI take refuge. you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains? 2‘See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart. 3In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person do?’ 4The Lordin his holy temple, the Lordin heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone. 5The examines Lordthe righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates. 6On the wicked he rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.