The Lord Is in His Holy Temple
To the choirmaster. Of David.
In the Lord I take refuge;
how can you say to my soul,
aFlee like a bird to your mountain,
2 for behold, the wicked abend the bow;
bthey have fitted their arrow to the string
to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;
3 if athe foundations are destroyed,
what can the righteous do?
4 aThe Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord’s bthrone is in heaven;
his eyes see, his eyelids ctest the children of man.
5 The Lord atests the righteous,
but bhis soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.
6 Let him rain coals on the wicked;
afire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be bthe portion of their cup.
7 For the Lord is righteous;
he aloves righteous deeds;
bthe upright shall behold his face.