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.

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