11 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.
