
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. 
