Chapter 11

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

(a) This is the wicked counsel of his enemies to him and his companions to drive him from the hope of Gods promise.

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

(b) All hope of help is taken away.
(c) Yet am I innocent and my cause good.

11:4 The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORDS throne [is] in heaven: his eyes ^d behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

(d) Though all things in earth are out of order, yet God will execute judgment from heaven.

11:6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, ^e fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: [this shall be] the ^f portion of their cup.

(e) As in the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.
(f) Which they will drink even to the dregs, ( Ezekiel 23:34 ).