¶ To the Chanter, of David.In the LORD put I my trust: how will ye then say to my soul: that she should flee as a bird upon your hill? For lo, the ungodly have bend their bow, and made ready their arrows in the quiver, that they may privily shoot at them, which are true of heart. The very foundations have they cast down, what can the righteous then do with all?
¶ But the LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's seat is in heaven: he considereth with his eyes, his eyelids behold the children of men. The LORD seeth both the righteous and ungodly, but who so delighteth in wickedness, him his soul abhoreth. Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire, brimstone, storm and tempest: this reward shall they have to drink. For the LORD is righteous, and he loveth righteousness: his countenance beholdeth the thing that is just.