1 I n the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

In the Lord I take refuge; How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;

2 F or, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 I f the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?”

4 T he 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 is in His holy temple; the Lord’s throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.

5 T he Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked, And the one who loves violence His soul hates.

6 U pon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

Upon the wicked He will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.

7 F or the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

For the Lord is righteous, He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face.