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For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.1 In Jehovah do I take refuge:How say ye to my soul,Flee as a bird to your mountain;2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,They make ready their arrow upon the string,That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;3 If the foundations be destroyed,What can the righteous do?4 Jehovah is in his holy temple;Jehovah, his throne is in heaven;His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.5 Jehovah trieth the righteous;But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares;Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.7 For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness:The upright shall behold his face.