In the Lord I atake refuge; How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your bmountain;
For, behold, the wicked abend the bow, They bmake ready their arrow upon the string To cshoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
If the afoundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?"
The Lord is in His aholy temple; the Lord'S bthrone is in heaven; His ceyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
The Lord atests the righteous and bthe wicked, And the one who loves violence His soul hates.
Upon the wicked He will arain snares; bFire and brimstone and cburning wind will be the portion of dtheir cup.
For the Lord is arighteous, bHe loves righteousness; The upright will cbehold His face.
Scripture taken from the NEW AMERICAN STANDARD BIBLE®, Copyright © 1960,1962,1963,1968,1971,1972,1973,1975,1977,1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission.