1 For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain! | C | TOSK |
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. | C | TOSK |
3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?” | C | TOSK |
4 The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men. | C | TOSK |
5 The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked; His soul hates the lover of violence. | C | TOSK |
6 On the wicked He will rain down fiery coals and sulfur; a scorching wind will be their portion. Psalm 11:6 | TOSK |
7 For the LORD is righteous; He loves justice. The upright will see His face. | TOSK |