1To the Chanter, of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how will ye then say to my soul: that she should flee as a bird upon your hill?
2For lo, the ungodly have bend their bow, and made ready their arrows in the quiver, that they may privily shoot at them, which are true of heart.
3The very foundations have they cast down, what can the righteous then do with all?
4But the LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's seat is in heaven: he considereth with his eyes, his eyelids behold the children of men.
5The LORD seeth both the righteous and ungodly, but who so delighteth in wickedness, him his soul abhoreth.
6Upon the ungodly he shall rain snares, fire, brimstone, storm and tempest: this reward shall they have to drink.
7For the LORD is righteous, and he loveth righteousness: his countenance beholdeth the thing that is just.