<TITLE>Psalms 011</TITLE><BR>Psalms 11 <BR>1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?<BR>2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.<BR>3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?<BR>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.<BR>5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.<BR>6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.<BR>7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.<BR><BR><BR>