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?
For, lo, the wicked
bend
their bow,
they make ready
their arrow
upon the string,
that they may privily
shoot
at the upright
in heart.
bend
ἐνέτειναν
eneteinan
quiver
φαρέτραν
pharetran
moonless night
σκοτομήνῃ
skotomēnē
If the foundations
be destroyed,
what can the righteous
do?
The LORD
is in his holy
temple,
the LORD'S
throne
is in heaven:
his eyes
behold,
his eyelids
try,
the children
of men.
eyelids
βλέφαρα
blephara
The LORD
trieth
the righteous:
but the wicked
and him that loveth
violence
his soul
hateth.
Upon the wicked
he shall rain
snares,
fire
and brimstone,
and an horrible
tempest:
this shall be the portion
of their cup.
For the righteous
LORD
loveth
righteousness;
his countenance
doth behold
the upright.
