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1 For the choirmaster. Of David.
In the LORD I take refuge.
How then can you say to me:
“Flee to your mountain, O bird!*11:1 LXX, Syriac, and Targum Flee like a bird to your mountain
2 For behold, the wicked bend their bows.
They set their arrow on the string
to shoot from the shadows 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 is on his heavenly throne.
His eyes are watching closely;
they examine†11:4 Hebrew his eyelids examine the sons of men.
5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked;
his soul hates the lover of violence.
6 On the wicked he will rain down snares, fire and sulfur;‡11:6 A slight emendation reads fiery coals and sulfur
a scorching wind will be their portion.
7 For the LORD is righteous; he loves justice.
The upright will see his face.