The Lord Is in His Holy Temple Psalm 11

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1  In the LORD put I my trust: how say you 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 are 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. 
5  The LORD tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates. 
6  Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire, and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. 
7  For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance does behold the upright.