⁰To the choirmaster. To David.

¹In Yahweh I have taken refuge. How can you say to my being, 'Flee to your mountain, little bird'?

²For look, the wicked bend the bow; they have prepared their arrow on the string, to shoot in the gloom at the upright of heart.

³When the foundations are torn down, what can the righteous do?

⁴Yahweh is in the temple of his holiness; Yahweh, in the heavens is his throne. His eye will see, his eyelids will test the children of the man.

⁵Yahweh tests the righteous and the wicked, and the one who loves violence his being hates.

⁶Upon the wicked he will rain snares, fire and sulfur; a scorching wind is the portion of their cup.

⁷For righteous is Yahweh; he has loved righteousness. The upright will see his face.