Psalm
11 Monday Evening 1
I take
refuge in Yahweh. * Why try to ambush my life * and pursue me like a bird?
See how the wicked draw their bows * and aim
their arrows
to shoot from ambush * the upright of heart.
While foundations are torn up, * what is
the Just One doing?
Yahweh's seat is in the temple; *
Yahweh's throne is in heaven.
His eyes are watching * and his
pupils inspecting * all mankind.
Yahweh the just * examines the
wicked.
Whoever loves violence * hates his own
life.
Let him rain on the wicked * roaring fire
and sulphur.
Let scorching wind * be their lot.
Yahweh
the just * loves just deeds. * Face to face we shall view the Upright One.