For the Chief Musician. By David.
1 In Yahweh, 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.
