Psalms 10

¹Unto the end the psalm of David. I Trust in our Lord, how say ye to my soul: Pass over unto the mountain as a sparrow?

²For behold sinners have bent the bow, they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, that they may shoot in the dark, at them that be right of heart.

³For they have destroyed the things, which thou didst perfit: but the just what hath he done?

⁴Our Lord is in his holy temple, our Lord his seat is in heaven.

⁵His eyes have respect unto the poor: his eye-lids examine the sons of men.

⁶Our Lord examineth the just and the impious but he that loveth iniquity, hateth his own soul.

⁷He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone, and blast of storms the portion of their cup.

⁸Because our Lord is just and hath loved justice: his countenance hath seen equity.