1
In the Adonaï put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
2
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.
3
If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4
The Adonaïis in his holy temple, the Adonaï'S throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5
The Adonaï trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7
For the righteous Adonaï loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.