In the Eternal I put all my trust; How can you say, to a
mountain escape; Flee like a bird from the peril, in haste?
See how the wicked aim with their bow; Furtively shoot at the
upright in heart! Impious men who wait in the dark.
When the foundations are falling apart, What can the righteous man
do in this plight? Ah, the Eternal is there on His throne;
His eyes behold the children of men; Testing and proving the
Righteous in heart; Requiting evil, violent men.
Soon the Eternal shall send from above Fire, hail and brimstone and
scorching hot winds; This is the portion of their cup to be;
For the Eternal loves righteous deeds; Those who are upright shall
look on His face; He looks on them and favor imparts.