- 1. To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
- 2. For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
- 3. When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?
- 4. `Jehovah `is' in his holy temple: Jehovah -- in the heavens `is' His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men.
- 5. Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,
- 6. He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind `is' the portion of their cup.
- 7. For righteous `is' Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'
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