1 I in the Lord do put my trust:how is it then that yeSay to my soul, Flee, as a bird,unto your mountain high?
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow,their shafts on string they fit,That those who upright are in heartthey privily may hit.
3 If the foundations be destroy'd,what hath the righteous done?
4 God in his holy temple is,in heaven is his throne:His eyes do see, his eye-lids try
5 men's sons. The just he proves:But his soul hates the wicked man,and him that vi'lence loves.
6 Snares, fire and brimstone, furious storms,on sinners he shall rain:This, as the portion of their cup,doth unto them pertain.
7 Because the Lord most righteous dothin righteousness delight;And with a pleasant countenancebeholdeth the upright.