To the chief singer. Of Dawiḏ.
1 In 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 I have taken refuge;
Why do you say to me,
“Flee to your mountain like a bird”?
2 For look! The wicked bend a bow,
They ready their arrow on the string,
To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3 When the foundations are destroyed,
What shall the righteous do?
4 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is in His qodesh Hĕyḵal,
The throne of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is in the shamayim.
His eyes see, His eyelids examine the sons of men.
5 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 tries the righteous,
But His being shall hate the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6 Upon the wicked He rains snares, fire and sulphur
And a scorching wind
Are the portion of their cup.
7 For 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is righteous,
He has loved righteousness;
The upright shall see His face.