To the choirmaster. Of David.
1 In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
“Flee like a bird to your mountain,
they have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
what can the righteous do?”a
the Lord’s throne is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids test the children of man.
but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
fire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
he loves righteous deeds;
the upright shall behold his face.