To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
Then stood up Phinehas, and executed judgment: and so the plague was stayed. 106:30
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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
I put my trust in God.
How can you say to me, "Flee like a bird to the mountain?"
2 For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
3 If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
4 The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
God is in his holy temple, his throne is in heaven.
His eyes (with their eyelids) are looking at us.
5 The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
God tests righteous people,
but he hates wicked people who love violence. [1]
6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
7 For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
The righteous God loves righteousness.
He sees good people.
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