11:1 To the chief Musician, {A Psalm} of David. In the LORD I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee {as} a bird to your mountain? 
11:1 {To the chief Musician, {A Psalm} of David.} In the LORD I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee {as} a bird to your mountain? 

11:2 For lo, the wicked bend {their} bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. 
11:2 For, lo, the wicked bend {their} bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart. 

11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? 
11:3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? 

11:4 The LORD {is} in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne {is} in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men. 
11:4 The LORD {is} in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne {is} in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. 

11:5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 
11:5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. 

11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: {this shall be} the portion of their cup. 
11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: {this shall be} the portion of their cup. 

11:7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright. 
11:7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance beholdeth the upright.