1«To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David.» In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain? 2For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart. 3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? 4The LORD [is] in his holy temple, the LORD'S throne [is] in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. 5The Lorde will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate. 6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: [this shall be] the portion of their cup. 7For the righteous Lorde loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.