Psalm 11
My refuge is the Lord
The psalmist takes refuge in the Lord, declaring that the Lord's throne is in heaven where he beholds all mankind; he tries the righteous but hates the wicked, upon whom he rains snares and fire.
7 verses. The 11th of 150 chapters in Psalms, in Poetry and Wisdom.
1In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Matthew Henry on Psalm 11
2,529 words, in 2 passages.
King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.