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.