1. "To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David." In the LORD I put my trust: how can you say to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2. For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.
3. If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4. The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids examine, the children of men.
5. The LORD tests the righteous: but the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.
6. Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7. For the righteous LORD loves righteousness; his countenance beholds the upright.