To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 In the Lord I put my trust;
How can you say to my soul,
“Flee as a bird to your mountain”?
They make ready their arrow on the string,
That they may shoot [a]secretly at the upright in heart.
What can the righteous do?
The Lord’s throne is in heaven;
His eyes behold,
His eyelids test the sons of men.
But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
Fire and brimstone and a burning wind
Shall be [b]the portion of their cup.
He loves righteousness;
[c]His countenance beholds the upright.