1 I n Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee a bird to your mountain?

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

3 I f the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

4 J ehovah in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah,—his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

5 J ehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

6 U pon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 F or righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.