To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 In the LORD put I my trust:
How say ye to my soul, flee as a bird to your mountain?
Bwana ndiye niliyemkimbilia. Mbona mnaiambia nafsi yangu, Kimbia kama ndege mlimani kwenu?
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.
Maana, tazama, wasio haki wanaupinda uta, Wanaitia mishale yao katika upote, Ili kuwapiga gizani wanyofu wa moyo.
3 If the foundations be destroyed,
What can the righteous do?
Kama misingi ikiharibika, Mwenye haki atafanya nini?
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.
Bwana yu katika hekalu lake takatifu. Bwana ambaye kiti chake kiko mbinguni, Macho yake yanaangalia; Kope zake zinawajaribu wanadamu.
5 The LORD trieth the righteous:
But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
Bwana humjaribu mwenye haki; Bali nafsi yake humchukia asiye haki, Na mwenye kupenda udhalimu.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest:
This shall be the portion of their cup.
Awanyeshee wasio haki mitego, Moto na kiberiti na upepo wa hari, Na viwe fungu la kikombe chao.
7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness;
His countenance doth behold the upright.
Kwa kuwa Bwana ndiye mwenye haki, Apenda matendo ya haki, Wanyofu wa moyo watamwona uso wake.
