David rejoices that the Lord is in his holy temple—The Lord tests the righteous and hates the wicked.

 ^aIN^• the LORD put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily ^ashoot^• at the upright in heart.

 If the ^afoundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD’s ^athrone is in ^bheaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

 The LORD ^atrieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

 Upon the ^awicked^• he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

 For the righteous LORD loveth ^arighteousness; ^bhis^• countenance doth behold the upright.