Psalms
To the director. Of David.
11 In Jehovah I have taken refuge.+
So how can you say to me:*
“Flee like a bird to your mountain!
2 See how the wicked bend the bow;
They set their arrow on the bowstring,
To shoot from the darkness those upright in heart.
4 Jehovah is in his holy temple.+
Jehovah’s throne is in the heavens.+
His own eyes see, his watchful* eyes examine the sons of men.+
6 Upon the wicked, he will rain down snares;*
Fire and sulfur+ and a scorching wind will be the portion of their cup.