To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.#privily: Heb. in darkness
3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.#an horrible…: or, a burning tempest
7For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
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