1To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I put my trust in the LORD; how can you say to me, Flee like a bird to the mountains;
2for lo, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow on the string, so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.
3If the foundations are 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 examine the children of men.
5The LORD tries the righteous; but His soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence,
6On the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and a horrible tempest shall be the portion of their cup.
7For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; His face looks on the upright.