"In the Lord I 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 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 behod, his eyelelids try the children of men
The Lord treith the righteous, but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth
Upon the wicked he shall ran snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of thier cup.
For the righteous lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright." - Psalm 11