Chapter 11 - In the Lord I put my trust

1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul,

Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

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.

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

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).

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: 

but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: 

this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; 

his countenance doth behold the upright.

Chapter 12