1In the Lord I have put my trust: how will you⌃ say to my soul, 2Flee to the mountains as a sparrow? 3For behold the sinners have bent their bow, they have prepared their arrows for the quiver, to shoot For Gr. in dark moon, or little moonlight, q. d. luce malignâ privily at the upright in heart. 4For they have pulled down what you did frame, but what has the righteous done? 5The Lord is in his holy temple, as for the Lord, his throne is in heaven: his eyes look upon the poor, his eyelids try the sons of men. 6The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: and he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul. 7He shall rain upon sinners snares, fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast shall be the portion of their cup. 8For the Lord is righteous, and loves Gr. righteousnessesrighteousness; his face beholds uprightness.