To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David
. In the LORD
put I my trust
: how say
ye to my soul
, Flee
as a bird
to your mountain
?
For, lo, the wicked bend
their bow
, they make ready
their arrow
upon the string
, that they may privily
shoot
at the upright
in heart
.
If the foundations be destroyed
, what can the righteous
do
?
The LORD is in his holy
temple
, the LORD'S
throne
is in heaven
: his eyes
behold
, his eyelids
try
, the children
of men
.
The LORD trieth
the righteous
: but the wicked
and him that loveth
violence
his soul
hateth
.
Upon the wicked he shall rain
snares
, fire
and brimstone
, and an horrible
tempest
: this shall be the portion
of their cup
.
For the righteous LORD
loveth
righteousness
; his countenance
doth behold
the upright
.