 1 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I put my trust in the Lord. How can you say to me, Flee like a bird to the mountains? 2 For the wicked bend their bow. They make ready their arrow on the string so that they may secretly shoot at the upright in heart. 3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do? 4 The Lord is in His holy temple. The Lord's throne is in Heaven. His eyes behold. His eyelids examine the children of men. 5 The Lord tries the righteous. But His soul hates the wicked and those who love violence, 6 He will rain snares, fire, and brimstone on the wicked. A horrible tempest will be the portion of their cup. 7 For the righteous Lord loves righteousness; His face looks on the upright.
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