For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
In the Lord I take refuge;
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;

If the foundations are destroyed,
What can the righteous do?”

For by You I can run upon a troop;
And by my God I can leap over a wall.

He trains my hands for battle,
So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

Who can discern his errors? Acquit me of hidden faults.

I can count all my bones.
They look, they stare at me;

No man can by any means redeem his brother
Or give to God a ransom for him—

In God, whose word I praise,
In God I have put my trust;
I shall not be afraid.
What can mere man do to me?

In God I have put my trust, I shall not be afraid.
What can man do to me?

Before your pots can feel the fire of thorns
He will sweep them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.

They hold fast to themselves an evil purpose;
They talk of laying snares secretly;
They say, “Who can see them?”

Then they spoke against God;
They said, “Can God prepare a table in the wilderness?

“Behold, He struck the rock so that waters gushed out,
And streams were overflowing;
Can He give bread also?
Will He provide meat for His people?”

What man can live and not see death?
Can he deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.

Can a throne of destruction be allied with You,
One which devises mischief by decree?

Who can speak of the mighty deeds of the Lord,
Or can show forth all His praise?

The Lord is for me; I will not fear;
What can man do to me?

Beth.
How can a young man keep his way pure?
By keeping it according to Your word.

How can we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?

He casts forth His ice as fragments;
Who can stand before His cold?