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

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 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
Okuriyameka ku Muhona
Komuimburise. Epsalme ra David.
1 Onḓakameno yandje me twa
mu Muhona, pu pena omaundiro.
Okutjavi tji mamu tja nai ku ami:
“Tukira kozondundu otja onḓera!
2 Tara, ovanauvi va rumbire omauta wawo,
nu va twako oviku vyawo komiko
ve yahe ovasemba monḓorera.
3 Omusemba ke notjiṋa okutjita,
orupare romazikameno tji rwa zukurwa.”

4 Muhona u ri mondjuwo ye ondjapuke,
otjihavero tje tjouhona tji ri meyuru.
Eye u muna koṋa akuhe,
nu u konḓonona avihe ovandu mbi ve tjita.
5 Eye u konḓonona ovasemba novanauvi pupeṱa,
nu wa tonda ovatjite voutwe nomutima we auhe.

6 Eye u rokisa omakara womuriro
nozosurungu kombanda yovanauvi;
u ve vera nombepo ombyu.
7 Muhona eye omusemba,
nu wa suvera ozondjito ozosemba;
imba mbe tjita ousemba
mave kara momurungu we.