To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 In athe Lord I put my trust; How can you say to my soul,
“Flee as a bird to your mountain”?
2 For look! bThe wicked bend their bow,
They make ready their arrow on the string,
That they may shoot 1secretly at the upright in heart.
3 cIf the foundations are destroyed,
What can the righteous do?
The Lord’s dthrone is in heaven;
eHis eyes behold,
His eyelids test the sons of men.
5 The Lord ftests the righteous,
But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
Fire and brimstone and a burning wind
He hloves righteousness;
3His countenance beholds the upright.