1 In the Lordput I my trust: how sayye to my soul, Fleeasa birdto your mountain?2 For, lo, the wickedbendtheirbow, they make readytheir arrowupon the string, that they may privilyshootat the uprightin heart.nprivily: Heb. in darkness3 If the foundationsbe destroyed, what can the righteousdo?4 The Lordisin his holytemple, the Lord'sthroneisin heaven: his eyesbehold, his eyelidstry, the childrenof men.5 The Lordtrieththe righteous: but the wickedand him that lovethviolencehis soulhateth.6 Upon the wickedhe shall rainsnares, fireand brimstone, and an horribletempest: this shall bethe portionof their cup.nan horribleā¦: or, a burning tempest7 For the righteousLordlovethrighteousness; his countenancedoth beholdthe upright.