PSA 11:1  In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to

 your mountain?

 

­PSA 11:2  For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon

 the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

 

­PSA 11:3  If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

 

­PSA 11:4  The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his

 eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

 

­PSA 11:5  The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth

 violence his soul hateth.

 

­PSA 11:6  Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an

 horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

 

­PSA 11:7  For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth

 behold the upright.