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¹ To the chief musician. A Psalm of David. I sought refuge in Jehovah; how can you say to my soul, Flee like a bird to your hill.² For behold! The wicked will tread the bow; they fixed their arrow on the string, in order to shoot with it at the upright of heart in the dark.³ When the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

⁴ Jehovah is in His holy temple; Jehovah, His throne is in the heavens; His eyes see; His eyelids will examine the sons of man.⁵ Jehovah tries the righteous, but His soul hates the wicked and the one loving violence.⁶ He shall rain snares on the wicked; fire and brimstone and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.⁷ For Jehovah is righteous; He loves righteous deeds; the upright look upon His face.