1To the choirmaster. Of David. 2In the LORD I take refuge; how can you say to me, "Flee like a bird to the mountains; 3for lo, the wicked bend the bow, they have fitted their arrow to the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart; 4if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do"? 5The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids test, the children of men. 6The LORD tests the righteous and the wicked, and his soul hates him that loves violence. 7On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and brimstone; a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. [ (Psalms 11:8) For the LORD is righteous, he loves righteous deeds; the upright shall behold his face. ]