CHAPTER 11
For the choirmaster.
Of David.
In the LORD
I take refuge.
So how
can you say
to me,
“Flee
to your mountain
like a bird!
For
behold,
the wicked
bend
their bows;
they set
their arrow
on
the string
to shoot
from
the shadows
at the upright
in heart.
The LORD
is in His holy
temple;
the LORD
is on His heavenly
throne.
His eyes
are watching closely;
they
examine
the sons
of men.