• 1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

  • 2 For, see, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow on the string, that they may privately 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 tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.

  • 6 On the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

  • 7 For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.