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For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh do I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain!" |
| 2. | For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. |
| 3. | If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do? |
| 4. | Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men. |
| 5. | Yahweh examines the righteous, But the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates. |
| 6. | On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; Fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. |
| 7. | For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face. |