The LORD Is in His Holy Temple

To the choirmaster. Of David.

1In the LORD I take refuge;

how can you say to my soul,

“Flee like a bird to your mountain,

2for behold, the wicked bend the bow;

they have fitted their arrow to the string

to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart;

3if the foundations are destroyed,

what can the righteous do?”11:3 Or for the foundations will be destroyed; what has the righteous done?

4The LORD is in his holy temple;

the LORD's throne is in heaven;

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

5The LORD tests the righteous,

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

6Let him rain coals on the wicked;

fire and sulphur and a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7For the LORD is righteous;

he loves righteous deeds;

the upright shall behold his face.