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¹ For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Yahweh I take refuge: How do you say to my soul, Flee to your mountain, birds;² For, look, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow on the string, 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, his throne is in heaven; His eyes look at, his eyelids try, the sons of man.⁵ Yahweh tries the righteous; But the wicked and him that loves violence his soul hates.⁶ On the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.⁷ For Yahweh is righteous; he loves righteousness: The upright shall see his face.