1 In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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.

2 ¶ For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,
They make ready their arrow upon the string,
That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

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.

4 ¶ The Lord is in his holy temple,
The Lord, his 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.

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.

6 ¶ Upon the wicked he shall rain snares;
Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

7 ¶ For the Lord is righteous; he loveth righteousness:
The upright shall behold his face.