In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul,

Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

2 For behold the sinners have bent their bow,

They have prepared their arrows for the quiver,

To shoot privily at the upright in heart.

3 For they have pulled down what thou didst frame,

But what has the righteous done?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple,

As for the Lord, his throne is in heaven:

His eyes look upon the poor,

His eyelids try the sons of men.

5 The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly:

And he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

6 He shall rain upon sinners snares,

Fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the Lord is righteous, and loves righteousness;

His face beholds uprightness.