To him that excelleth.
A Psalme of Dauid.
1
In the Lorde put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?
2
For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.
3
For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?
4
The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.
5
The Lorde will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.
6
Vpon the wicked he shal raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.
7
For the righteous Lorde loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.