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?
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