111 In the Lord I take refuge ; How can you say to my soul , "Flee as a bird to your mountain ; 2 For, behold , the wicked bend the bow , They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart . 3 If the foundations are 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 test the sons of men . 5 The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked , And the one who loves violence His soul hates . 6 Upon the wicked He will rain snares ; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup . 7 For the Lord is righteous , He loves righteousness ; The upright will behold His face .
