To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David

Verse 1

I in the Lord do put my trust, How therefore do you say Unto my soul, like as a bird Fly to your hill away?

Verse 2

For lo the wicked bend their bow, Their shafts on string prepare: That they may shoot in the dark at them In heart that upright are.

Verse 3

If that the firm foundations Be wholly overthrown; Yet for the man that righteous is, What is it he hath done?

Verse 4

The Lord in's holy temple is, The Lord's throne's in the sky: His eyes will view, his eye-lids too The sons of men will try.

Verse 5

The man that truly righteous is, Ee'n him the Lord will prove: His soul the wicked hates, and him That violence doth love.

Verse 6

Snares, fire and brimstone he will rain Ungodly men upon: And burning tempest of their cup Shall be the portion.

Verse 7

Because the Lord that righteous is, All righteousness doth love: His countenance the upright one Beholding doth approve.