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In YHWH I have taken refuge; Why do you say to me, 'Flee to your mountain like a bird'?
For look! The wrong bend a bow, They set their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
When the foundations are destroyed, What shall the righteous do?
YHWH is in His set-apart Hekal, The throne of YHWH is in the heavens. His eyes see, His eyelids examine the sons of men.
YHWH tries the righteous, But His being shall hate the wrong And the one who loves violence.
Upon the wrong He rains snares, Fire and sulphur and a scorching wind Are the portion of their cup.
For YHWH is righteous, He has loved righteousness; The upright shall see His face.