[To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] In the LORD put I my trust: how say you to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

The LORD is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: you maintain my lot.

LORD, by your favor you have made my mountain to stand strong: you did hide your face, and I was troubled.

[A song. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.] Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised in the city of our God, in the mountain of his holiness.

And he brought them to the border of his sanctuary, even to this mountain, which his right hand had purchased.

I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and the right of the poor.