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

To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved Thy mountain for the bird?

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 lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?

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.

`Jehovah in his holy temple: Jehovah -- in the heavens His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men.

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

Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

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

He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind the portion of their cup.

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

For righteous Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'