1 For the Chief Musician. By David.In the Lord, I take refuge.How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain!"
2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows.They set their arrows on the strings,that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are destroyed,what can the righteous do?
4 The Lord is in his holy temple.The Lord is on his throne in heaven.His eyes observe.His eyes examine the children of men.
5 The Lord examines the righteous,but the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.
6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals;fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the Lord is righteous.He loves righteousness.The upright shall see his face.