[1]{To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.} In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?[2]For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.[3]If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?[4]Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, -- his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.[5]Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.[6]Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.[7]For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.