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For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain!”
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For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
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If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?
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Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.
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Yahweh examines the righteous, but the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.
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On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
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For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.