The Lord Is in His Holy Temple

11 To the choirmaster. Of David.

  1 In the Lord I take refuge;

how can you say to my soul,

z“Flee 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 cthe foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?”1

  4 dThe Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord’s ethrone is in heaven;

his eyes see, his eyelids ftest the children of man.

  5 The Lord gtests the righteous,

but hhis soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence.

  6 Let him rain coals on the wicked;

ifire and sulfur and a scorching wind shall be jthe portion of their cup.

  7 For the Lord is righteous;

he kloves righteous deeds;

lthe upright shall behold his face.