PSALM 11
In Domino confido.

In the LORD put | I my trust;

* how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a | bird •unto• the hill?

2 For lo, the ungodly bend their bow, and make ready their arrows with- | -in the quiver,

* that they may privily shoot at them | which are true of heart.

3 If the foundations | be destroyed,

* what | can the righteous do?

4 The LORD is in his | holy temple;

* the LORD's | seat is in heaven.

5 His eyes con- | -sider the poor,

* and his eyelids | try the •children• of men.

6 The LORD ap- | -proveth• the righteous:

* but the ungodly, and him that delighteth in wickedness, | doth his soul abhor.

7 Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, | storm and tempest:

* this shall | be their •portion• to drink.

8 For the righteous LORD | loveth righteousness;

* his countenance will behold the | thing that is just.

Glory be to the Father, and | to the Son,

* and | to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall be,

* world without | end.   Amen.