The Book of Psalms

Unto the end. A psalm for David.

In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?

For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.

For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.

The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.

He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.

For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

In the LORD, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

The LORD is in his holy temple. The LORD is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

The LORD examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

For the LORD is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.