1 In Yahweh do I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain!"
2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?
4 Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.
5 Yahweh examines the righteous, But the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.
6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; Fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face. Psalm 12 For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of David.