Psalm 11. In Domino confido.

1. IN the Lord put I my trust; *
   how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a bird unto the hill?
2. For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows within the quiver, *
   that they may privily shoot at them which are true of heart.
3. If the foundations be destroyed, *
   what can the righteous do?
4. The Lord is in his holy temple; *
   the Lord's seat is in heaven.
5. His eyes consider the poor, *
   and his eyelids try the children of men.
6. The Lord approveth the righteous: *
   but the ungodly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, doth his soul abhor.
7. Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest: *
   this shall be their portion to drink.
8. For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; *
   his countenance will behold the thing that is just.