Bible

1 To the Chanter, of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how will ye then say to my soul: that she should flee as a bird upon your hill? 2 For lo, the ungodly have bend their bow, and made ready their arrows in the quiver, that they may privily shoot at them, which are true of heart. 3 The very foundations have they cast down, what can the righteous then do with all? 4 But the LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's seat is in heaven: he considereth with his eyes, his eyelids behold the children of men. 5 The LORD seeth both the righteous and ungodly, but who so delighteth in wickedness, him his soul abhoreth. 6 Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire, brimstone, storm and tempest: this reward shall they have to drink. 7 For the LORD is righteous, and he loveth righteousness: his countenance beholdeth the thing that is just.