| asv | |
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| 1. | For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain; |
| 2. | For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart; |
| 3. | If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do? |
| 4. | Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. |
| 5. | Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. |
| 6. | Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup. |
| 7. | For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face. |