In the LORD
put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your
mountain?
11:2
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.
11:3
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
11:4
The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is] in
heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
11:5
The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that
loveth violence his soul hateth.
11:6
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,
and an horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their
cup.
11:7
For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his
countenance doth behold the upright.
