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0. For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David.
1. In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain;
2. For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;
3. If the foundations be destroyed, What can the righteous do?
4. Jehovah is in his holy temple; Jehovah, his throne is in heaven; His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
5. Jehovah trieth the righteous; But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
6. Upon the wicked he will rain snares; Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7. For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness: The upright shall behold his face.