11 - In Domino confido

1  In the Lord I put my trust; *
how then can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird unto the hill;
2  For behold, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready
  their arrow upon the string, *
that they may secretly shoot at those who are true of heart.
3  For the foundations will be cast down, *
and what can the righteous do?”
4  The Lord is in his holy temple; *
the Lord’s throne is in heaven.
5  His eyes consider the poor, *
and his eyelids try the children of men.
6   The Lord tests the righteous, *
but the ungodly, and those who delight in wickedness, 
his soul abhors.
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 loves righteousness; *
the upright shall behold his face.