Psalms 11

The just man's confidence in God in the midst of persecutions.

In Domino confido.

1 Unto the end. A psalm to David. 2 In 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. 3 For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow: they have prepared their arrows in the quiver, to shoot in the dark the upright of heart. 4 For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done? 5 The 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. 6 The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity, hateth his own soul. 7 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone, and storms of winds, shall be the portion of their cup. 8 For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.

Cited in 8

v. 5 Summa (EN)(III 57.4)
v. 6 Summa (EN)(I-II 27.1I-II 29.4II-II 25.7)
v. 7 Summa (EN)(Suppl 97.1)
v. 8 Summa (EN)(I 21.1I-II 103.2II-II 25.6)