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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.