1 ¶ I put my trust in the LORD put I: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

2 F or, behold, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow upon the string that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.

3 T he foundations shall be destroyed. What has the righteous done?

4 ¶ The LORD is in the temple of his holiness, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

5 T he LORD tries the righteous, but the wicked and he that loves violence his soul hates.

6 U pon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, with winds of whirlwinds: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 F or the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance beholds the upright.