1 In the Lord I take refuge. How can you tell me to flee like a bird to the mountains?
2 “See! The wicked are bending the bow, their arrow is set on the string, to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.
3 In this tearing down of foundations what good can a good person do?”
4 The Lord in his holy temple, the Lord in heaven, enthroned. His eyes watch the world, they see everyone.
5 The Lord examines the righteous and wicked, and the lover of violence he hates.
6 On the wicked he rains coals of fire and brimstone, and their drink will be scorching wind.
7 For the Lord is just, and justice he loves; so the upright will see his face.