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.
5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
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When evil advances and the darkness thickens all around, when enemies not only rule everywhere but also “destroy the foundations,” annihilating the very moral foundations of human existence, the Lord remains unshakable. The scarcely visible point that faith appears to be in the hearts of the faithful remnant becomes the bridgehead from which the liberation of the world enslaved by sin can begin.
Evil may triumph and win visible victories, but the Lord rises above them, remaining an impregnable stronghold. What the wicked have done will inevitably return upon them, and the more impressive evil’s temporary victories, the more crushing its defeat will be.