1 For the Conductor, by David. I have placed my trust in the Lord; [thus] how can you say of my soul, your mountain,1 that it flees like a bird?2
2 For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they have readied their arrow upon the bowstring, to shoot in darkness at the upright of heart.
3 They destroyed the foundations; 3 what [wrong] has the righteous man done?
4 The Lord is in His holy Sanctuary, the Lord's throne is in heaven, [yet] His eyes behold, His pupils probe [the deeds of] mankind.
5 The Lord tests the righteous, but He hates the wicked and the lover of violence.
6 He will rain down upon the wicked fiery coals and brimstone; a scorching wind will be their allotted portion.
7 For the Lord is righteous, He loves [the man of] righteous deeds; the upright will behold His countenance.