1 (For the choir director. [A Psalm] of 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 the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, To 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's throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.

5 The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked, And the one who loves violence His soul hates.

6 Upon the wicked He will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.

7 For the Lord is righteous; He loves righteousness; The upright will behold His face.