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For the chief musician. A psalm of David.
1 I take refuge in Yahweh;
how will you say to me,
“Flee like a bird to the mountain”?
2 For see! The wicked prepare their bows.
They make ready their arrows on the strings
to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.
3 For if the foundations are ruined,
what can the righteous do?
4 Yahweh is in his holy temple;
his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.
5 Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked,
but he hates those who love to do violence.
6 He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked;
a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!
7 For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness;
the upright will see his face.