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In the Lord I take refuge
How then can you say to me:
 “Flee like a bird to your mountain
For God to save me

For look, the wicked set their arrows against the strings
They bend their bows
To shoot at the upright in heart
To shoot from the shadows

When the foundations are being destroyed
What can the righteous do
When the limitations are being removed
And what was false became true?”

The Lord is in his holy temple
The Lord is on his heavenly throne
He observes everyone on earth
His eyes examine them till they gone

The Lord examines the righteous
But the wicked, full of aggression
Those who love violence
He hates with a passion

On the wicked He will rain fiery coals
On the wicked He will rain burning sulfur
And a scorching wind will be their lot
And they will suffer

For the Lord is mighty
For the Lord is righteous
The upright will see his face
For the Lord loves justice