¹ [For the choirmaster Of David] In Yahweh I have found refuge. How can you say to me, 'Bird, flee to your mountain?

² 'For look, the wicked are drawing their bows, fitting their arrows to the string to shoot honest men from the shadows.

³ If the foundations fall to ruin, what can the upright do?'

⁴ Yahweh in his holy temple! Yahweh, his throne is in heaven; his eyes watch over the world, his gaze scrutinises the children of Adam.

⁵ Yahweh examines the upright and the wicked, the lover of violence he detests.

⁶ He will rain down red-hot coals, fire and sulphur on the wicked, a scorching wind will be their lot.

⁷ For Yahweh is upright and loves uprightness, the honest will ever see his face.