1 For the director of music. Of David: I have taken refuge in the LORD. How can you say to me, "Flee like a bird to your mountain"?

In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

2 See how the wicked bend their bows; they set their arrows on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

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 When the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4 The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD is on his heavenly throne. He observes everyone on earth; his eyes examine them.

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 examines the righteous, but the wicked—those who love violence—he hates with a passion.

The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 On the wicked he will rain fiery coals and burning sulfur; a scorching wind will be their lot.

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 LORD is righteous, he loves justice; the upright will see his face.

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