1 To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved to Thy mountain for the bird? 2 For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. 3 When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?
4 Jehovah is in his holy temple: Jehovah -- in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men. 5 Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated, 6 He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup. 7 For righteous is Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'