39 To judge for the fatherless and for the humble, that man may no more presume to magnify himself upon earth.
40 Unto the end. A psalm for David.
41 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?
42 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.
43 For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?
44 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.
45 The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.