To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye 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 privily shoot at the upright in heart.*11.2 privily: Heb. in darkness

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 try, the children of men.

5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.*11.6 an horrible…: or, a burning tempest

7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

1 VIR die musiekleier. 'n Psalm van Dawid.

By die Here skuil ek. Hoe kan julle dan vir my sê: Vlug na julle berg soos 'n voël!

2 Want kyk, die goddelose span die boog; hulle het hul pyl op die snaar reggesit om in die donker te skiet na die opregtes van hart.

3 As die fondamente omgegooi word, wat kan die regverdige doen?

4 Die Here is in sy heilige paleis; die troon van die Here is in die hemel; sy oë sien, sy ooglede toets die mensekinders.

5 Die Here toets die regverdige; maar sy siel haat die goddelose en die wat geweld liefhet.

6 Hy sal op die goddelose vangnette, vuur en swawel laat reën; en 'n gloeiende wind sal die deel van hulle beker wees.

7 Want die Here is regverdig; Hy het geregtighede lief; die opregtes sal sy aangesig sien.