Psalm 11 (Rhyming)

The Existing One, he is my hideout,
How dare you face me and cry these words out:

“Retreat like a bird to your mountain spot;
The wicked are ready; arrows will be shot,
Their arrows pulled back tightly on the string,
Toward the sad good man, they're ready to fling.
If the foundations grow weak and fall through,
What will the good man be able to do?”

God’s in his temple, his throne in the skies,
He examines man, watching with his eyes.
The Lord tests the good and he tests the bad,
Those who love violence make the Lord’s soul sad.
God snares the wicked; traps proliferate,
For the wicked ones, fire is their fate.
God loves righteousness; that’s who the Lord is,
Those who are righteous: their face will see His.