(Of the Director. Of David’s.)
11 In Jehovah I take refuge: how is it you say to my soul
“Flit mountainward like a sparrow”?
2 For here have the wicked strung their bow,
Set their arrow on the string,
in gloom to shoot at right-minded men.
3 When the foundations are torn up
what does an honest man do?
4 Jehovah is in his holy temple;
Jehovah has his throne in the sky;
His eyes view,
his glances test, the sons of men.
5 Jehovah tests honest man and rascal,
and his nature hates a lover of outrage.
6 He will rain on rascals burning charcoal and sulfur,
and scorching wind is the cup poured out for them.
7 For Jehovah is honest, loves honest doings;
upright men shall behold his face.