The Lantern

Psalms11

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

In the LORD I Take Refuge

For, look, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s throne is in heaven: his eyes look, his eyelids try, the children of men.

The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does look the upright.