1In the Lord put I my trust; how say ye then to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?
2For 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.
3For the foundations are cast down, what hath the righteous done?
4The 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.
5The Lord will try the righteous; but the wicked, and him that loveth iniquity, doth his soul hate.
6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormy tempest; this is the portion of their cup.
7For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the just.