ECB(i)
1 To His Eminence; By David. In Yah Veh I seek refuge; how say you to my soul, Wander as a bird to your mountain?
2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bow; they prepare their arrow on the cord; and in the darkness shoot at the straight in heart.
3 If the foundations demolish, what are the just to do?
4 Yah Veh is in his holy manse, the throne of Yah Veh is in the heavens; his eyes see; his eyelids proof the sons of humanity.
5 Yah Veh proofs the just; and the wicked who love violence his soul hates.
6 On the wicked he rains snares - fire and sulphur and a raging wind/spirit; - the allotment of their cup.
7 For just Yah Veh loves justness; his face sees the straight.