Back to Psalter
Psalm 11
SALISBURY | Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
1650 Scottish Psalter
Melody from Ravenscroft's Psalter, 1621
1 I in the Lord do put my trust; how is it then that ye Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird, unto your mountain high? 2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, their shafts on string they fit, That those who upright are in heart they privily may hit. 3 If the foundations be destroyed, what hath the righteous done? 4 God in his holy temple is, in heaven is his throne: His eyes do see, his eyelids try 5 men's sons. The just he proves: But his soul hates the wicked man, and him that vi'lence loves. 6 Snares, fire and brimstone, furious storms, on sinners he shall rain: This, as the portion of their cup, doth unto them pertain. 7 Because the Lord most righteous doth in righteousness delight; And with a pleasant countenance beholdeth the upright.