1 [To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] I put my trust in the LORD. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain"?
2 For behold, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are 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 tries the righteous, but the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest. This shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. His countenance beholds the upright.