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...