Unto the end: a Psalm of David.
In the Lord put I my trust; how will ye say to my soul, Flee as a sparrow to the mountains?
For lo, the sinners have bent their bow, they have made ready their arrows for the quiver, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
For they have destroyed the things that Thou hast made; but what hath the righteous done? The Lord is in His holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven; His eyes behold the poor, His eyelids try the sons of men.
The Lord trieth the righteous and the ungodly; but he that loveth unrighteousness hateth his own soul.
Upon sinners He shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and wind of tempest shall be the portion of their cup.
For the Lord is righteous, and loveth righteousness; His countenance doth behold uprightness.