TO THE CHOIRMASTER. OF DAVID.
1 In Yahweh I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
“Flee like a bird to your mountain,
2 for behold, the wicked bend the bow;
they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
3 if the foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?”
4 Yahweh is in his holy temple;
Yahweh’s throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
5 Yahweh tests the righteous,
but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6 Let him rain coals on the wicked;
fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For Yahweh is righteous;
he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.
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