1 In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you⌃ say to my soul,

2 Flee to the mountains as a sparrow?

3 For behold the sinners have bent their bow, they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot *Gr. in dark moon, or little moonlight, q. d. luce malignâ privily at the upright in heart.

4 For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done?

5 The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men.

6 The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul.

7 He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast shall be the portion of their cup.

8 For the Lord is righteous, and loves †Gr. righteousnessesrighteousness; his face beholds uprightness.