1 I n the Lord I put my trust; How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

2 F or look! The wicked bend their bow, They make ready their arrow on the string, That they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart.

3 I f the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?

4 T he Lord is in His holy temple, The Lord ’s throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.

5 T he Lord tests the righteous, But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.

6 U pon the wicked He will rain coals; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind Shall be the portion of their cup.

7 F or the Lord is righteous, He loves righteousness; His countenance beholds the upright.