1 In the Lord I put my trust;How can you say to my soul,“Flee as a bird to your mountain”?
2 For look! The wicked bend their bow,They make ready their arrow on the string,That they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are 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 test the sons of men.
5 The Lord tests the righteous,But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
6 Upon the wicked He will rain coals;Fire and brimstone and a burning windShall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the Lord is righteous,He loves righteousness;His countenance beholds the upright.