| 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: 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 Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright. |