Psalms Eleven|Psalms for the Soul

In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

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

The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

The LORD try the righteous: but the wicked and him that love violence his soul hate.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

For the righteous LORD love righteousness; his countenance do behold the upright.

 (KJV)