Psalm 11 (edm)

In you, LORD, I find my shelter; So how can you tell me, "Run away to your mountain like a bird? See how the wicked prepare their arrows, Drawing back their bowstrings To shoot from darkness at those whose hearts are true. When everything falls apart, What good can the righteous do?" But the LORD sits in his sacred temple; The LORD's throne stands in heaven; His eyes watch over us all, His gaze searches every human heart. The LORD examines both righteous and wicked; His very being rejects those who love violence. He will rain down burning judgment on the wicked; Fire and sulfur and scorching wind Will fill their cup to drinking. For the LORD is just; He loves acts of justice; The honest will see his face.