DouayRheims(i)
1 Unto the end. A psalm to David. (11:2) 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.
2 (11:3) 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.
3 (11:4) For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?