| | 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 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. | |
