1 In the LORD put I my trust: <br /> how say ye to my soul, <br /> Flee as a bird to your mountain? <br /> <br />2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, <br /> they make ready their arrow upon the string, <br /> that they may privily shoot <br /> at the upright in heart. <br /> <br />3 If the foundations be destroyed, <br /> what can the righteous do? <br /> <br />4 The LORD is in his holy temple, <br /> the LORD's throne is in heaven: <br /> his eyes behold, <br /> his eyelids try, <br /> the children of men. <br /> <br />5 The LORD trieth the righteous: <br /> but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. <br /> <br />6 Upon the wicked he shall rain <br /> snares, fire and brimstone, <br /> and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. <br /> <br />7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; <br /> his countenance doth behold the upright. <br /> <br />(KJV)<br /><br />King David of Israel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-11-for-the-righteous-lord-loveth-righteousness/
