In the Lord put I my trust;
how say ye then to my soul, that
she should flee as a bird unto the hill? For lo, the ungodly
bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the
quiver, that they may privily shoot at them which are true of
heart.
For the foundations will be cast down, and what hath
the righteous done?
The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord's seat is in heaven.
His eyes consider the poor, and his eyelids try the children of men.
The Lord alloweth the righteous;
but the ungodly, and
him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.
Upon
the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm
and tempest;
this shall be their portion to drink.
For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness;
his countenance
will behold the thing that is just.