My trust is in the Lord:
How say ye then to me,
Now, like a bird from per­il haste,
And to your mount­ain flee?

Lo, sin­ners bend the bow
With ar­row fixed for flight;
And stealth­ily in dark­ness go
The true in heart to smite.

What can the right­eous do,
What can for them avail,
When all foun­da­tions are de­stroyed,
And all the pil­lars fail?

The Lord in Zi­on dwells,
The Lord is throned on high;
His eyes be­hold the sons of men
Their hearts and way to try.

The Lord the right­eous proves;
But those who scorn the right,
Who love de­ceit and vio­lence
Are hate­ful in His sight.

For right­eous is the Lord,
He lov­eth right­eous­ness,
And with a gra­cious coun­te­nance
The up­right He will bless.