1In Yahweh do I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain!"
2For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?
4Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.
5Yahweh examines the righteous, But the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.
6On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; Fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face. Psalm 12 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.
