1To the choirmaster. Of David. In the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, “Flee like a bird to your mountain,2for behold, the wicked bend the bow; they have fitted their arrow to the string to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;3if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”*4The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord’s throne is in heaven; his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.5The Lord tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.6Let him rain coals on the wicked; fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.7For the Lord is righteous; he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face.
New International Version
For the director of music. Of David.
1In the Lord I take refuge. How then can you say to me: ‘Flee like a bird to your mountain.2For look, the wicked bend their bows; they set their arrows against the strings to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.3When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do?’4The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord is on his heavenly throne. He observes everyone on earth; his eyes examine them.5The Lord examines the righteous, but the wicked, those who love violence, he hates with a passion.6On the wicked he will rain fiery coals and burning sulphur; a scorching wind will be their lot.7For the Lord is righteous, he loves justice; the upright will see his face.
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