<The Psalms. 11

[1] 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 the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness 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, his 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 burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

[7] For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.