¹To the choirmaster.↑

A Psalm of David.

I have put my trust in the Lord.

How can you say to my inner being,

“Flee to your mountain

Like a bird”?

²For behold, the wicked draw the bow;

They attach their arrow to the string,

Ready to shoot under cover of darkness

At the upright of heart.

³If the foundations are demolished,

What can the righteous man do?

⁴The Lord is in his holy temple;

The Lord's throne is in heaven.

His eyes are looking;

His eyelids are testing the sons of Adam.

⁵The Lord tests the righteous,

But his being hates the wicked

And him who loves violence.

⁶He will rain burning coals, fire and sulphur on the wicked,

And a scorching wind will be the portion of their cup.

⁷For the righteous Lord loves righteousness,

And the upright will see his face.