1For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahuah, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”? 2For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart. 3If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do? 4Yahuah is in his set-apart temple. Yahuah is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men. 5Yahuah examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence. 6On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. 7For Yahuah is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.