Reference

Psalms 11:2

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.
1

In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

2

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.

3

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.