1 For the choir director. Of David. In Yahweh I take refuge; How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;
2 They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3 What can the righteous do?”
4 His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
5 But the wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates.
6 Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.
7 The upright will behold His face.
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