1 In the Lord put I my trust:how say ye to my soul,Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,they make ready their arrow upon the string,that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed,what can the righteous do?
4 The Lord is in his holy temple,the Lord's throne is in heaven:his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5 The Lord trieth the righteous:but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness;his countenance doth behold the upright.