1 To the overseer; of David. In Jehovah I put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Wander ye to your mountain, little bird? 2 For behold, the unjust will bend the bow, they prepared their arrow upon the cord, they will shoot in darkness the upright of heart 3 If the pillars shall be pulled down, what did the just one?
4 Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, in the heavens his throne: his eyes will behold, his eyelashes will try the sons of man. 5 Jehovah will try the just one: and the unjust and him loving violence, his soul hated. 6 He will rain upon the, unjust, snares, fire and brimstone, and a wind of violent heat: the portion of their cup. 7 For Jehovah the just loved justice; his face will behold the upright