1 In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

10:1 In finem. Psalmus David.

2 ¶ In Domino confido; quomodo dicitis animæ meæ:
Transmigra in montem sicut passer?

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 Quoniam ecce peccatores intenderunt arcum;
paraverunt sagittas suas in pharetra,
ut sagittent in obscuro rectos corde:

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4 quoniam quæ perfecisti destruxerunt;
justus autem, quid fecit?

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

5 Dominus in templo sancto suo;
Dominus in cælo sedes ejus.
Oculi ejus in pauperem respiciunt;
palpebræ ejus interrogant filios hominum.

5 The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 Dominus interrogat justum et impium;
qui autem diligit iniquitatem, odit animam suam.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.

7 Pluet super peccatores laqueos;
ignis et sulphur, et spiritus procellarum, pars calicis eorum.

7 For the righteous Lord loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.

8 Quoniam justus Dominus, et justitias dilexit:
æquitatem vidit vultus ejus.