| In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye 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 trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. | |
| 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 loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright. |