TEHILLIM 11

To the chief singer. Of Dawiḏ. 1 In 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 I have taken refuge; Why do you say to me, \"Flee to your mountain like a bird\"? 2 For look! The wicked bend a bow, They ready their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. 3 When the foundations are destroyed, What shall the righteous do? 4 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is in His qodesh Hĕyḵal, The throne of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is in the shamayim. His eyes see, His eyelids examine the sons of men. 5 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 tries the righteous, But His being shall hate the wicked and the one who loves violence. 6 Upon the wicked He rains snares, fire and sulphur And a scorching wind Are the portion of their cup. 7 For 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is righteous, He has loved righteousness; The upright shall see His face.