For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee 1 as a bird to your mountain; 1) Or ye birds
2For, 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;
31 If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do? 1) Or For the foundations are destroyed; What hath the righteous wrought?
4Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7For Jehovah is righteous; He loveth 1 righteousness: 2 The upright shall behold his face. 1) Or righteous deeds 2) Or His countenance doth behold the upright.