1 I put my trust in the Lord: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow upon the string that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.
3 The foundations shall be destroyed. What has the righteous done?
4 The Lord is in the temple of his holiness, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.
5 The Lord tries the righteous, but the wicked and he that loves violence his soul hates.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, with winds of whirlwinds: this shall be the portion of their cup.