b'Psalms 111To him that excelleth. A Psalm of David. In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye then to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?For lo, the wicked bend their bow, and make ready their arrows upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at them, which are upright in heart.For the foundations are cast down: what hath the righteous done?The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lords throne is in the heaven: his eyes will consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth iniquity, doeth his soul hate.Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormy tempest: this is the portion of their cup.22'