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The Loʀᴅ a Refuge and Defense.
For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
1 In the Loʀᴅ I take refuge;
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;
2 For, behold, the wicked bend the bow,
They make ready their arrow upon the string
To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are destroyed,
What can the righteous do?”
4 The Loʀᴅ is in His holy temple; the Loʀᴅ’s throne is in heaven;
His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men.
5 The Loʀᴅ tests the righteous and the wicked,
And the one who loves violence His soul hates.
6 Upon the wicked He will rain snares;
Fire and brimstone and burning wind will be the portion of their cup.
7 For the Loʀᴅ is righteous, He loves righteousness;
The upright will behold His face.