To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 In the Lord I put my trust; How can you say to my soul,
"Flee as a bird to your mountain"?
2 For look! The wicked bend their bow,
They make ready their arrow on the string,
That they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are destroyed,
What can the righteous do?
4 The Lord is in His holy temple,
The Lord's throne is in heaven;
His eyes behold,
His eyelids test the sons of men.
5 The Lord tests the righteous,
But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
6 Upon the wicked He will rain coals;
Fire and brimstone and a burning wind
Shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the Lord is righteous,
He loves righteousness;
His countenance beholds the upright.
Father, it is only You that I can trust.
There are those who would destroy me,
And pierce my heart with their arrows.
Though I am unable to deliver myself,
I know You will save me.
LORD, you are glorious in power and holiness.
You, from Your heavenly throne, see everything.
You know the words, thoughts, and deeds of both the righteous and the wicked.
And You allow both to be tested in this world below.
I know You love the righteous but hate the wicked.
May Your blessings always rain down upon the righteous,
But may the wicked suffer Your fiery vengeance!