1 In the Lord put I my trust; how say ye then to
my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?
2 For lo, the wicked bend their bow, and make
ready their arrows upon the string, that they may
secretly shoot at them which are upright in heart.
3 For the foundations are cast down, what hath
the righteous done?
4 The Lord is in his holy palace; the Lord’s throne
is in the heaven; his eyes will consider; his eyelids
will try the children of men.
5 The Lord will try the righteous; but the wicked,
and him that loveth iniquity, doth his soul hate.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire, and
brimstone, and stormy tempest; this is the portion
of their cup.
7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness:
his countenance doth behold the just.