1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge : How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain ;
2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart ;
3 If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do ?
4 Jehovah is in his holy temple ; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven ; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5 Jehovah trieth the righteous ; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares ; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For Jehovah is righteous ; he loveth righteousness : The upright shall behold his face.