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