^{1 Ref} To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?

^{2 Ref} 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 Ref} When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?