Psalms
The first book of Psalms, song 11, King James Version
Psalm 11
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. 1 In the L
ORD 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 L
ORD is in his holy temple, the L
ORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5 The L
ORD 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 L
ORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.