Psalms

11:1		In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
11:2		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.
11:3		If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
11:4		The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
11:5		The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
11:6		Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
11:7		For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.