My Refuge
For the director of music. Of David.
11 1 In my Father I have taken refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee to your mountain like a bird"? 2 For look — the wicked draw their bows; they set their arrow on the string to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart. 3 When the foundations are torn down, what can the righteous do? 4 Our Father is in his holy temple; our Father's throne is in heaven. His eyes watch; his gaze examines the children of humanity. 5 Our Father examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence. 6 On the wicked he will rain down snares — fire and sulfur and a scorching wind will be the portion of their cup. 7 For our Father is righteous; he loves righteous deeds. The upright will see his face. a a v7 The deepest reward the psalm names is not safety but seeing our Father's face — the upright belong with him, and to be with him is the whole point.