1 Unto the end, a psalm of David.
2 In the Lord I put my trust:How then do you say to my soul, Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?
3 For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.
4 For they have destroyed the thingfs which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?
5 The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven;His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.
6 The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.
7 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portions of the cup.