1 In the LORD put I my trust:
How say ye to my soul, flee as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string,
That they may privily 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 trieth the righteous:
But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon 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 loveth righteousness;
His countenance doth behold the upright.