In the Lord I have found my refuge :
how then can you say to me
Flee like a bird to the mountains;
Look how the wicked bend their bows,
and notch the arrow upon the string :
to shoot from the darkness at the true of heart;
If the foundations are destroyed :
what can the just man do?
The Lord is in his holy place,
the Lord is enthroned in heaven :
his eyes search out, his glance tries the children of men.
He tries the righteous and the wicked :
and him that delights in violence his soul abhors.
He will rain down coals of fire and brimstone
upon the wicked :
a scorching wind shall be their cup to drink.
For the Lord is righteous and loves righteous acts :
the upright shall see his face.