In Domino confido
1Unto the end, a psalm of David.
2In the Lord I put my trust:
How then do you say to my soul, Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?
3For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, to shoot in the dark the upright of heart. 4For they have destroyed the thingfs which thou hast made: but what has the just man done? 5The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven;
His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men. 6The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul. 7He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portions of the cup. 8For the Lord is just and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.