1 I n Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain;

2 F or, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

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

4 J ehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

5 J ehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 U pon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 F or Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.