1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privilya* shoot at the upright in heart.

References for Psalms 11:2

    • } 11:2 - privily: Heb. in darkness
      3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
      4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
      5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
      6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horribleb tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

      References for Psalms 11:6

        • ~ 11:6 - an horrible...: or, a burning tempest