| 1 | To the Overseer.—By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved [to] Thy mountain for the bird? |
| 2 | For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. |
| 3 | When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous—what hath he done? |
| 4 | 'Jehovah [is] in his holy temple: Jehovah—in the heavens [is] His throne. His eyes see—His eyelids try the sons of men. |
| 5 | Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated, |
| 6 | He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind [is] the portion of their cup. |
| 7 | For righteous [is] Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!' |