Psalm 11

I In Jehovah put my trust,
why do you to me say?
Unto your mountain, like a bird
fly speedily away.
For loe the wicked bend their bows,
their arrows they prepare
Upon the string, to shoot at those
in heart that upright are.

If the foundations of the State,
Judgment and Justice too
Be thus destroy'd, the righteous man
alas what shall he do?
God in his holy Temple is,
the Heaven is his Throne,
His eys behold, his eye-lids try
mens children everyone.

Jehovah such as righteous are
in tryal doth approve.
But hates a wicked man, and such
as violence do love;
Snares, fire, brimstone, and dreadful storms,
from heaven rain shall he
On wicked men, and of their cup
their portion this shall be.

Because the righteous Lord doth still
in righteousness delight,
His eys with favor do behold
all such as be upright.