Psaumes 11.3
English standard version

Confiance dans l’intervention de Dieu

¹ To the choirmaster. Of David.
In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
Flee like a bird to your mountain,
² for behold, the wicked bend the bow;
they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
³ if the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?
⁴ The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord's throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
⁵ The Lord tests the righteous,
but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
⁶ Let him rain coals on the wicked;
fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
⁷ For the Lord is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.