0 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. 1 In the LORD I put my trust; how can
you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain? 2 For look! The wicked bend
their bow, they make ready their arrow on the string, that they may shoot secretly 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’S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His
eyelids test the sons of men. 5 The LORD tests the righteous, but the wicked and the
one who loves violence His soul hates. 6 Upon the wicked He will rain coals; fire and
brimstone and a burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. 7 For the LORD is
righteous, He loves righteousness; His countenance beholds the upright.
