To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David
1In the Lord put I my trust: how say youp to my soul, Flee as a bird to yourp mountain?
2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.
3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven: His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men. test
5The Lord tries the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence His soul hates. tests
6Upon the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. noose-like traps for small game
7For the righteous Lord loves righteousness; His countenance does behold the upright. presence
