Psalms 10

1 For the end, a Psalm of David. In the Lord I have put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Flee to the mountains as a sparrow? 2 For behold the sinners have bent their bow, They have prepared their arrows for the quiver, To shoot privily at the upright in heart. 3 For they have pulled down what thou didst frame, But what has the righteous done? 4 The 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. 5 The Lord tries the righteous and the ungodly: And he that loves unrighteousness hates his own soul. 6 He shall rain upon sinners snares, Fire, and brimstone, and a stormy blast shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the Lord is righteous, and loves righteousness; His face beholds uprightness.