1: (To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.) In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain? 2: For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart. 3: If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do? 4: Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, -- his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men. 5: Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth. 6: Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. 7: For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.
