To the chief Musician,18 [A Psalm] of David.
In the LORD put I my trust:1 how say4 ye to my soul, Flee3 [as] a bird to your mountain?
For, lo, the wicked bend4 [their] bow, they make ready31 their arrow upon the string, that they may privily 1119 shoot2 at the upright in heart.
If the foundations be destroyed,11 what can the righteous do?1
The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is] in heaven: his eyes behold,4 his eyelids try,4 the children of men.
The LORD trieth4 the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth6 violence his soul hateth.1
Upon the wicked he shall rain55 snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup.
For the righteous LORD loveth1 righteousness; his countenance doth behold4 the upright.