For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;
They make ready their arrow upon the string
To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
What can the righteous do?”
His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
And the one who loves violence His soul hates.
Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.
The upright will behold His face.