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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;

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

Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their utterances to the end of the world.
In them He has placed a tent for the sun,

For my iniquities are gone over my head;
As a heavy burden they weigh too much for me.

Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.

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?

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

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?”

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

The wicked have laid a snare for me,
Yet I have not gone astray from Your precepts.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek Your servant,
For I do not forget Your commandments.

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

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