Psalm 11

How can you say 'flee like a bird to your mountain'
For behold the wicked bend the bow and fit the arrow

They shoot aimless in the dark at the upright heart...

But if the foundations
Are allowed to be destroyed by you
What can the righteous do

For the lord is in his holy temple
And his throne sits firm in heavens heights
And his eyelids test the child of man
But his soul hates the wicked and their lies

The lord loves the righteous and his deeds
The upright shall see his face his face