1 In Jehovah I put my trust; how can you say to my soul, Flee like a bird to the mountains?
2 For lo, the wicked bend their bow; they make ready their arrow on the string, so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4 Jehovah is in His holy temple; Jehovahs throne is in Heaven; His eyes behold, His eyelids examine the sons of men.
5 Jehovah tries the righteous; but His soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6 Upon the wicked He will rain snares, fire and brimstone; and a horrible tempest shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous Jehovah loves righteousness; His face beholds the upright.