For the Chief Musician. By David.
1In the Lord, I take refuge.
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?
2For, behold, the wicked bend their bows.
They set their arrows on the strings,
that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3If the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?
4The Lord is in His holy temple.
The Lord is on His throne in heaven.
His eyes observe.
His eyes examine the children of men.
5The Lord examines the righteous,
but His soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.
6On the wicked He will rain blazing coals;
fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7For the Lord is righteous.
He loves righteousness.
The upright shall see His face.
1In finem. Psalmus David.
2In Domino confido; quomodo dicitis animæ meæ: Transmigra in montem sicut passer? 3Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum; paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra, ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde: 4quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt; justus autem, quid fecit? 5Dominus in templo sancto suo; Dominus in cælo sedes ejus. Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt; palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum. 6Dominus interrogat justum et impium; qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam. 7Pluet super peccatores laqueos; ignis et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum, pars calicis eorum. 8Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit: æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.