Psalm 11

One of David’s permanent songs.

1. O Creator God, the One in whom I confide; why do you say to me, disappear as a bird among the hills?
2. Oh, those who are wrong set up a trap, they are ready and plan from obscurity how to shoot those whose life is right.
3. When correct morality is ‘done away with’ what can those who are right do?
4. From His sacred place in control the Creator God is watching everything happening on this earth.
5-6. He investigates those who agree with Him, but those who do not agree with Him. He hates those who love to be cruel and do damage, which will bring upon them snares, fire and sulphur and famine with blowing winds.
7. The Creator God loves those who agree with Him and He smiles with pleasure at them.

My son's paraphrase

I find refuge in God as my fortress. Why do you say to me ‘run like a ‘scaredy cat’, ‘fly faster than a humming bird’ to the hills and ‘play dead like a possum’?
Come on, man. ‘Don’t you know, haven’t you heard, hasn’t anyone ever told you’, The wicked! All they do is scheme. They set traps and attack those who are righteous, like hunters that lay in wait to kill.
Hey man, (Slap - on the back of the head) The Lord is in heaven and He knows what is going on. He puts everyone to the test - as one tests a weld. Those who are ‘good welds’ He shows off and He is proud of and admires: they are His trophies that He shows to everyone. Those who fail are not good for any practical use. Like a ‘bad weld’ that cracked they are discarded and will eventually be melted down at the ‘foundry’.