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.

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.

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

1 לַמְנַצֵּחַ לְדָוִד בַּיהוָה ׀ חָסִיתִי אֵיךְ תֹּאמְרוּ לְנַפְשִׁי [נוּדוּ כ] (נוּדִי ק) הַרְכֶם צִפֹּור׃

2 כִּי הִנֵּה הָרְשָׁעִים יִדְרְכוּן קֶשֶׁת כֹּונְנוּ חִצָּם עַל־יֶתֶר לִירֹות בְּמֹו־אֹפֶל לְיִשְׁרֵי־לֵב׃

3 כִּי הַשָּׁתֹות יֵהָרֵסוּן צַדִּיק מַה־פָּעָל׃

4 יְהוָה ׀ בְּהֵיכַל קָדְשֹׁו יְהוָה בַּשָּׁמַיִם כִּסְאֹו עֵינָיו יֶחֱזוּ עַפְעַפָּיו יִבְחֲנוּ בְּנֵי אָדָם׃

5 יְהוָה צַדִּיק יִבְחָן וְרָשָׁע וְאֹהֵב חָמָס שָׂנְאָה נַפְשֹׁו׃

6 יַמְטֵר עַל־רְשָׁעִים פַּחִים אֵשׁ וְגָפְרִית וְרוּחַ זִלְעָפֹות מְנָת כֹּוסָם׃

7 כִּי־צַדִּיק יְהוָה צְדָקֹות אָהֵב יָשָׁר יֶחֱזוּ פָנֵימֹו׃