Psalm 11
In Domino confido
1 IN THE Lord put I my trust * how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a bird unto the hill?
2 For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver * that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.
3 For the foundations will be cast down * and what hath the righteous done?
4 The Lord is in his holy temple * the Lord's seat is in heaven.
5 His eyes consider the poor * and his eye-lids try the children of men.
6 The Lord alloweth the righteous * but the ungodly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.
7 Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest * this shall be their portion to drink.
8 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness * his countenance will behold the thing that is just.